Sunday, July 30, 2017

Weekly recap: 7/24/2017 - 7/30/2017

I ran one 50K with only a hydration pack guess this makes me a bad ass... ha ha ha once in a while I need to feel good about my minimal accomplishments amongst the masses of over achievers.

Trying to get back to a normal week, a week of travel throw me off, and one of the nephews visiting threw me even more.  I'm old and set in my ways, it's only going to get worse.

My right knee continues to be wonky, sort of collapsing like the joint doesn't exist.  I'll have to do something about this sooner rather than later.  Seems to be worse after a long bike ride.  I probably need to raise up my seat a bit to get more extension in my leg.

It rained on Monday and I do love to run in the rain and it was chilly, even better, I didn't have enough time to plod my usual route.  Got Gus out for a walk, the band and color guard were practicing at the High School.  The music caught his ear and the activity his eye so we hung out there.  I really am apprehensive of walking him too far from home.  He is going to be heavy (80 lbs) to carry back if Dave isn't home to pick us up.  I'm totally being overly dramatic, it will pass...

Gus, ogling the girls, like a dog.

A cool day on Tuesday, unfortunately not a running day, but a boot camp day.  The knee did the funky collapse thing, but I can't remember which form of torture, I think it was jump-squats.  Crap. Dave's nephew was staying for a few days, so there was some scramble to make up the guest room and after we took him to dinner I got Gus out for a later than usual stroll.  Gus didn't want to come to bed at the normal time, Nathan was far more interesting.  Both the dogs got me up at 2 a.m. to check on Nathan, of course.

OMG I can't believe how beautiful it was and this is so close to what we saw
Hills with Ro is Wednesday and it was nice to get back to the routine.  The knee didn't do anything funny, I was happy about that.  Dave and Nathan spent part of the day making a board game out of wood, Catan, it sounded similar to Risk.  Nathan was happy to have this and they did a lot designing with the CAD program and the CNC machine, making designs on the game pieces. I got to see if the pictures made sense.  Dave took Nathan out on a mountain bike ride, to get out of the house.  He came back unscathed, phew I was worried this was going to be a 'you break it you buy it' thing and we'd end up with a teenager.  The dogs were busy keeping an eye on Nathan all day so they were worn out and didn't come looking for a walk.

Between getting Nathan back to his father, and Gus having an appointment with his cardiologist early Thursday morning and me needing to go up to Amesbury MA to meet with my LUNGStrong team the day was kind of topsy turvy.  I took the day off, took a few calls, got Gus to the cardiologist.  Dave would need to wake Nathan up (teenagers sleep till the crack of noon, my parents were correct) and get him moving to then get to the appointment and then take him back to his father's.  Plus there was a ride with my riding team planned and I don't get to see them much as they are over 2 hours away.  The ride was canceled due to lack of interest, harrumph.  I took a ride locally and stopped for ice cream.  The drive up to Amesbury took an extra 90 minutes because of traffic.  At least I had an interesting book to listen to?  The knee got wonky after all that sitting, and this is what makes me think its related to riding because it had been since Tuesday that it felt wonky.  It was good to see my team.  The color on the shorts from last year was off so who ever bought them last year got a new pair in the right shade of blue.  I can't tell the difference, I'll have to line them up to see.  SO I'll be all matchy matchy for both days.  The new Jerseys are accented with a cool electric green print.

Relive the ride here.

For Aimee, my friend visiting last week.
After a long day, it made a tired start to Friday.  I went out for a walk run, I didn't want to do anything at all.  I knew I'd feel slightly better if I did something, anything.

Ahhh a blizzard, that would make me so happy.
The blizzard was such a tease, I am so disappointed, I was humored by the continued alerts from January.  I ran and walked and got in a 5K, I felt a little better.  Work would be great if it wasn't for people.

And work...

The Imaginary Husband turned 51 on Saturday, finally, he is back to being older than me and I get the benefit of his tales of experience.  Cue eye roll...

I puttered around with those "it only takes 5 minutes" chores that many people (ok maybe only me) let pile up until they are a good couple hours.  It was a pretty productive couple of hours making me feel better, funny how that works.   I knew I needed to wash my 2017 LUNGStrong jersey and the shorts.  I also needed to try out the shorts.  Last year I ended up with men shorts, the color was off so the company (Primal) gave us replacement shorts.

I took a short ride to see how it all worked together.  The men chamois was fine, actually better than all but one of the female specific chamois I've experienced, as disturbing as that sounds.  The women's was a bit wider in the ass, I'll need to make sure I have a few individual packages of chamois cream or make my ass wider?  Um, no.

I'll still bring my Voler shorts, I love them.

Sorry about that ramble....

I went out for a ride and all was ok.  The issues I anticipated with the initial try on of shorts were bang on, so I know how to manage them.  Saw one of the running club guys, running, of course.  Always nice to see someone I know.

Strava allowed for a bit of fun afterward.  Always a good time.

I can't find the other one where JHuckle said I had a bright shiny smile.
If I didn't know my purpose by now, perhaps it is to make Paul feel unworthy of being acknowledged by me
That was so horrible to type.

HA! This all goes back to a run where Paul was hiding behind Jenn and I apparently I snubbed him.  Jeff V was out in the middle of the road, plus I've seen JV towards me far more than I've ever seen Paul run towards me, so it was easy to recognize him as I was biking towards the group of three.

Of course, I also recognized Jeff H when I was out on the bike...  I can't find the convo in either of our feeds... oh well...  It was funny, trust me on this...  Poor Paul, it seems my lot in life to make him feel left out...

It was nice to have the opportunity to sleep in on Sunday, I couldn't, even with the imaginary husband feeding the dogs so they would leave us in peace and not have upset tummies for not being fed.

I got out for a ride to Napatree to talk to my old neighbor Tom Papadilla and to take a walk during high season.  Then pedaled my way home via Dusty's, nothing spectacular ice cream wise, however always interesting viewing the beach inhabitants.

Sampled Jeff H's home brew stout.  He better not let the housesitter let me raid the fridge!\

Wee bit fizzy settles quickly into a nice easy drinking stout.  Wonder if he needs a dog sitter for Shep and Maggie???


Feet:  23
Saddle: 79


OMG "Small Great Things" by Jodi Pioclult.  

It is hard to know what to say about this book. It is eye opening. I give this 4 because I liked it.

Why did I like it? It made me think. Really think. Picoult broke down, as best she could, for a white woman of privilege what it is like to be a black woman making her way in the white world of privilege. I had to really think about the definition of privilege during this book and after listening to the author's notes. Privilege isn't one sided and it isn't all encompassing it is made up of tiny small things that make a person life easier, make making it through a persons life easier. I am not a Cheryl Sandburg fan, I view her as starting life on third base and resent her audacity to tell me to lean in. To me, she has privilege, how dare she tells me what to do, she has not one single clue what it is like to start at bat, to start from the beginning.

People have commented on my privilege, I recall various comments made to me through my life indicating how much easier I had it than they did in one situation or another. Fair points and they always brought me back to ground level understanding that with what I have, I have a responsibility to bring people up, not put them down or use them as a stepping stone for me to rise higher.

That is the message I ultimately walked away with. We all have our perspective and we all have some form of privilege, it is our responsibilities to use these things to the advantage of all not just those like us.

Even for the main character, a light skinned black, her privilege over her dark skinned sister.

The story is disturbing and it is upsetting, it is real, real in terms of race relations, both inter and intra not changing much in 400 years.

Is it wrong a white woman wrote a book about a black woman's experience? Is it wrong gentiles write books about the Haulocost or being Jewish? Why? Something to think about.

I started "Underground Railroad" by Colson Whitehead.  So much for light reading....



Beth, not sure what to think about privilege.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Weekly Recap 7/17/2017 7/23/2017

Why do they call it Tourist Season if we can't shoot them?

I spent Monday - Thursday in NYC.  It was hot and smelly and awful outside.  Fortunately, I wasn't required to be outside too much.

Monday I had a meeting at a tricky time, either I left on the early a.m. train or a late afternoon train after the meeting got out.  I really needed to be on my game for that 30 minutes so I left on a late afternoon train.  As I drove to the train station, reflecting on, yet again, being a superstar (ha ha ha - like I could ever be that high on myself) ok having a good meeting with people who matter, I thought, oh shit I have my smelly wet running clothes in my gym backpack and they are going to spend the better part of the week baking in the hot car.  That is going to be disgusting, no uber disgusting or would that be meglo-disgusting.  I decided to take a chance and see if I could find a spot in the garage.  That ended up putting me on the next train, but I did get a spot and my clothes would only simmer not boil. And for clarification, it's the commuter Metro North Train, not Amtrak....  BIG difference.

My lunch run was hot and miserable, I can't believe people did speed work.  I could barely move my legs or breathe for that matter.

The train ride in was per usual, and getting to the hotel uneventful.  After I figured out where I was staying.  Why do I not check this stuff before I leave the office, rather than fighting with my work phone to divulge this data?

I grabbed a Corned Beef and a couple Guinness at Muldons, I love that place, so not pretentious.  While I miss Dave and the pups I do enjoy having a huge bed free of dog hair to sleep in.  My big plans to run the East River Greenway on Tuesday a.m. dwindled as I enjoyed lounging about and looking at the awesome view of Roosevelt Island and Queens well what I could see through the smog.

So no running, and enough walking to and from the office and to and from dinner to at least get my daily requirement of activity in.

I was up and at 'em on Wednesday to take on the East River Greenway, I stepped out into the lovely Convection Oven known as NYC at 6:30 a.m. Made my way down to the Greenway the passageway under the FDR smelled like urine, it was not pleasant, in fact, most of the smells in the city in the summer are not pleasant.  The run was uneventful and unexciting.  I went down 2.5 miles and turned around to come back.  That's the amount of time and energy I had.

Today was our team building, there are about 50 people in the group I work in, we are divided among four different functions.  I am lucky as I get to work across most of them and know quite a few people despite working not in NYC.  This summer's events were a charitable project for Free Arts NYC and then a team building event where we went to one of those escape rooms, this was called something different.  There were 5 different rooms so we were divided up.  If you've never done one, it is a really interesting activity on team dynamics and working together.  Our team failed spectacularly.  Between the Function VP and one of the folks who set up the meeting on the team, there was a lot of posturing going on and not a lot of listening.  So no, not a lot of team work.  Of course, I pointed this out from time to time and was ignored.  I let it drop once our VP Maggi finally caught on.  She is a lovely woman and has a heart of gold and is so frigging sharp me harping on this point would have backfired epically.  Fortunately, with age comes the wisdom to FINALLY realize when to let something go.

It was an awesome event and I'd love to try one of those escape rooms again, especially now knowing the format.

My plans to go to the 102 floor of the Empire State Building after dark were thwarted by my desire not to cook in the Convection Oven aka NYC Streets.  I've been to the top in the daylight, I think at night it would be amazing.  Fortunately, this is an option 365 days a year and in the fall when the sun sets earlier I can do this after an NYC work day.  She says optimistically!

Thursday isn't typically a running day and it was even hotter outside.  I went for my meetings and caught an early train 4:42, making a stop at The Beer Table for some Train Beers.  High-class train beers, for sure.  I saw and Evil Twin Maple Stout in the window and for whatever reason, their logo looks like EyeWitlin to me and when I said that the guy looked at me like I was an absolute moron.  He was COMPLETELY correct in this assessment, however, he did manage to get the beer I was interested in and his co-worker helped me pick out a couple more.  I'm sure I'm now one of those people they laugh at.  Totally fine, because really, it was pretty funny and I clearly wasn't paying attention and made words up!  Ha Ha Ha

It was nice to be home and unpacked before 8 p.m.  My colleagues on Amtrak didn't get in until 9:30 and it was after 10 before most of them made it home.  While being with the unwashed masses on public transport isn't always fun, it can be more efficient.

Friday is a running day, and I ran, and I also stood under the outdoor shower at Eastern Point Beach.  I think I will continue this until someone makes me stop.  Sure my shoes squished a bit on the way back to campus, they will dry.  That 1.6 miles was probably the best of the run as they were into the wind with the wind off the water and I was wet with water instead of sweat!!

Dave, the Imaginary Husband, was up and out early to ride Case Mountain (I don't think it's a real mountain, but for CT is it??) on his Fat Bike because something broke on his regular mountain bike and he was too wussy to ride his single speed.  I asked if he got two spares parts instead of one to ensure what ever it was didn't break again.  I surely am NOT winning wife of the year award, that was never my goal in life anyhow!!  HA!

It was up to me to make my own coffee and feed the dogs.  They were happy with my usual generous portions and I was happy with my extra scoop in the coffee bean grinder.  I wrote down the 'correct' grams somewhere, but who knows where those are.

We all had a lovely breakfast and I went out for a ride.  I really need a century (100 miles) for July, and clearly, that wasn't going to happen on Saturday.   I opted out of George's drop Century ride, on the DROP portion of it.  I can drop myself quite easily on a century and with this hell like weather I wasn't going to set myself up for failure.  George assured me I'd love the ride and keep up.  I, well, I have my own doubts about my abilities on the bike.  I left early for me on Saturday, crossed paths with coworker Dan (I'm sure he had no idea who this biker was cheering him on) and several other nice runners a few bad bikers and quite a few nice bikers.  Bad bikers are the ones who pass you and never say "on your left"  I have yet to do the Strava Fly By to find out who the jackasses are...  I may, I may not.  For Christ sakes, bikers have a bad enough rap with car drivers don't fuck with your own kind on the bike and be an asshole.

Relive here.

I did something I never do and that was stopping for lunch.  The lunch, if it was a regular lunch was unremarkable, probably horrid, but after a few hours on the bike and not having breakfast it was delightful!!!  I enjoyed people watching and then pedaled my way home, to ensure I could stop by Grey Sail.

OMG, they had Black Mast Porter on tap and I was happy!  I'm really a dark beer fan....

I enjoyed my ride and ventured home.  Still getting there before Dave so I mowed the lawn.  It was my turn....

Not exactly recalling the events of Saturday night so they must not have been impressive, so on to Sunday.  Dave had no plans and I was going out for a ride.  Not sure how long.  I pedaled along on some familiar and unfamiliar Rhode Island roads.  Thought about it and really wanted to edge the lawn, it was both perfect biking and lawn work weather.  We get so few of these days in July I was very torn.  I ventured on a road I wasn't sure where it went but really should have known!  HA HA HA, sometimes being a Midwesterner in New England sucks, no grids!!!  I went North, into the wind on RI112 and realized where I was actually heading.... shit,  I hate riding on RI138 and really don't want to back track and ride on US 1 in the summer at this time of day.....

I tried a cut through, it turned dirt with a steep rocky up hill.  I turned around and braved RI138 till I hit a familiar road and then braved the craptastic Woodville till I could get off that and head towards home on Tamaquock road.   It was after I got off Tomauaog that an obnoxious person in his huge white with a brown stripe truck decided to torment me.  I turned into a driveway with an open garage and pedaled in like I lived there.  I figured the homeowner would accept my explanation better than the giant asshole in the big truck trying to be intimidating.

Relive here.

All the while I was riding I was thinking of edging the lawn.  I do love this job.


For a week being in NY, I accomplished more than I expected milewise.

Feet:  22
Saddle: 102


I continued with  "Small Great Things" by Jodi Picout.  Wow.  This is truly disturbing subject matter. It was a hard decision to leave my iPod in the car and not listen to this book in the hotel room.  We can tell ourselves things are not the same as when my mother was a young girl, I really seriously wonder if there has been any progress.


Nothing, nada, zilch.  

Beth, wow it's Wednesday, this traveling stuff really throws her off her game

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!

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Weekly Recap: 6/26/2017 - 7/2/2017

My designs on a century for June are dashed unless I take off Friday the 30th.  Considering I'll probably be the only person at work on the 30th of June and 3rd of July I might just do that!

This weather, OMG, LOVE IT!  While I do love a nice sunny bluebird sky winter day, these have been out of this world with the low humidity and temperatures.  Monday was no exception.  Faith texted that she could run on Tuesday, an hour, easy pace.  Easy pace, so cracks me up, this translates to Beth you need to govern my run with a conservative pace.  I'm happy to oblige because she definitely picks up my shuffling pace to something I'm happier with.  It's been a funny running relationship over the last several years.  I think I've finally figured it all out and are good with each of our strengths and opportunities!

I got in a 5.2-mile run, hitting one of the points.  Relieve the run here. Let it pan out and imagine the beautiful water views. By "points" I mean Eastern Point Beach, Avery Point, Jupiter Point.  I hit one of the "points" Eastern Point Beach.  I run in such a beautiful place when I run at work I'm almost sad to run on the weekends.  And I have the opportunity to run in an equally beautiful place from home.

Gus was back in the Holter monitor... poor guy.  Dave ended up taping (athletic tape not packing tape) the electrodes to him, so he had an athletic tape wrap under the felt vest.  Poor guy was miserable.  We did go for a very short walk, just to see what his heart did with a 'load'.  Data whores, the both of us!!  Jax whined his way into a walk at 9 p.m.  I'm a sucker.  He barely made me use his 'commands' the first 1/10 of a mile, which is to the end of the block, so we went a mile and he was thrilled.

The Holter Monitor.  Looks like he has a jet pack on his back.

Gus woke up looking like the walking dead on Tuesday, I can't imagine sleeping in a taped up body with a felt vest and a jet pack on my back.  He gave me a "Gus Hug" and snuggled in to let me scratch his ears before I had to actually get out of bed at 6:45 a.m.  I really like lounging about in the morning.  Gus did his usual lap around the bedroom at 4 a.m., sometimes he needs to go out, I'll get a cold nose to the face, or he wants to snuggle I'll get a 'huff' and I'll lift the covers and  he snuggles in with his butt under my nose, or he wants to stretch his legs he only does a lap.  It was a stretch the legs night and at 6 a.m. Jax was up in a panic about which ball would be the ball for the day.  I went down stairs with him, asking "Where's your ball?" we did a lap of the first floor he finally fixated on THE ball of the day.  Which meant I could crawl back in bed for Gus snuggles.

Faith and I met up at noon for our run.  Clearly, she was beaten up from her first metric century on the bike and a stupid muddy 50K post that.  Still kept me chugging along a little faster than normal, which is what I wanted but still kept her at a 'casual pace' per her coach.  We did a good 5.5 and agreed that last chug up the never ending slow assent on Shenni sucks balls.

While this was a fun run night I begged off, the quiet of home is a wonderful thing to me.  Plus the low humidity and cool breezes.  I'm in heaven.

Gus was mad he didn't get a walk so no snuggles for me on Wednesday morning. This does make me sad however I enjoyed my evening of nothing, well actually it was pretty productive with nagging chores.

Ro and I got back on the hill routine for today.  Felt good, I'm glad we didn't do them last week.  Nice catching up and working up a sweat.  This weather, though, damn it is so nice.  I fear being so happy with it will bring on the usual summer of heat and humidity in a flash.

Another quiet evening filled with dog walks and housewifery was about the right speed for me.

The humidity spiked back up for a short time on Thursday, it went away.  I was glad this was not a running day and a core day.  Addy is back from her maternity leave and tortured us, I can't believe what a sweat I worked up.  Cory said the same thing as we walked out and up the stairs.  Ugh, those stairs out of the gym, the worst part of the workout.  I was kinda glad to not be alone in this feeling of, that seemed kinda easy but damn it kicked my ass club.  Packed up the beer gift, and my spare shoes and gear in case I got an affirmative from Rachel on Beer'd.  Boom!  Awesomeness.  While it isn't a running day I needed to move and the humidity dropped and the cool sea breezes kicked in and it was a great run.  Plus it was nice to finally unload a bad beer purchase, that was something Rachel liked (so happy about that) and a couple of things for her to try.

There is a fly on my ball.  He is so funny!
The boyz got a walk after they got dinner and I got something to eat.  Dave was out riding the 666 loop twice, so 12 12 12 or 1,332?  Dunno...  Jax was a jerk and Gus was sweet patient Gus.  Jax needs a good 5 mile run in the woods, his ACL would say otherwise, it is a tough balance.  I think we might be better off getting him the surgery and dealing with the 6 months of rehab on one hand and on the other hand letting him run like a crazy dog on the flat field and calling it good and letting him limp for 3 days.  Definitely having him chase either of us on the mountain bike or me in the woods is out of the question, but it would be just the thing to calm him down,  Poor guy.  Poor us.

The soreness started about 1 a.m. on Friday morning as did my mind churning about things to do.  Why I didn't just get up and deal with the most pressing of these things is beyond me.  Probably would have gained me an hour or two of sleep?  Other than taking Gus on a short hike it was a slug day where my quads and back burned.  Thanks, Addy!  I'm glad you are back!

Took a chance and let Gus off leash and stuck close to him so he didn't run around.  He did well, I think he was waiting for me to let him wander off so he could do his Gus thing.  We didn't go far and it is flat and kind of breezy.  It was nice to be back in the woods with him, even if it was for a short time and I fretted about him keeling over and me having to haul his 80 lb body out of there.  Drama much Beth?

Pre Deer Fly sting!
He did get stung by a Deer Fly on his eye.  So he looked like a real boxer with a swollen red eye for most of the night.  It didn't last long so no need for the Benadryl...

Jax woke us all up at 6 a.m. on Saturday for wrestle time!  Thanks, pal.  After getting a foot in the face a couple time I rolled over and gave him the cold shoulder.  I'll wrestle with ya, no worries there but, you've got four flailing legs you don't control, kick Dave! I slept for another few hours and Dave got up and made dog breakfast and coffee.  I didn't feel much better with a bit more sleep and decided a century ride was not in the books.  Especially a self-supported one.

Went out for a ride to clear my head and breathe in some salt air, got 30 miles after lapping in front of the house a couple times.  The neighbors already think we are weird, just add fuel to the fire.  Once I looked at the date I figured out why I was so foggy.  Andrew died a year ago on the 2nd.  Clara sent out an invite for their annual 4th of July party (what would have been his 50th birthday this year) for a Sociable.  I'll take a shot of Jameson's (I still have a bit left from my Irish colleague) and make sure I pick up a Guinness as a chaser.  RIP buddy.  You were one in a million.  I still think he's alive and in witness protection, the world lost a great man when they lost Andrew.

I called my ride Junk. Relive it here. Truly there was no point to this ride other than to get me out of the house and some fresh air and quite possibly to snicker at the Watch Hill tourists and watch the Misquamicut tourists, quite the dichotomy, little girls with their perfect straight blonde hair, in their Lilly Pulitzer (or whatever is the must have) dresses asking the other one to hold on to their wad of twenty dollar bills while they fiddled with their iPhones in their special waterproof cases hung around their necks versus exactly not that but at the same time exactly that because they love and trust their friends just as those other girls did....  

They weren't Junk Miles, it was 30 miles with some slogging and some working, mostly processing current events and thinking about Andrew, and Clara, three kids, and a widow and she's 48 years old, and my constant worry over Gus' heart, and my parent's health.  Chug chug chug along and get through all of it.  Sometimes the best we can hope for is to see them on the other side.

Loved the guy in the middle all spread out and the other two hunkered over
Were they Junk Miles? They weren't, in my heart, I did it and I earned those miles, slow or fast, they are MY miles.  If they didn't meet someone else's standard that is their judgment and of no consequence to me.

Gus and I had a walk, he really wanted to cross the busy road.  For some reason this is a big deal for all the dogs, to cross the busy road.  He wasn't having anything with going down to the park the direct route.  OK.  Well, in the long run, he had the better idea.  There was a concert at the park and neither of us like the noise or the crowds.  We did have a lovely, albeit short walk.

The little black alarm clock had us up before 6 a.m. per usual, he doesn't know from Sunday to any other day of the week...  Dave was going out to Madison CT to ride in Rockland Park with Razz, and I really was set on a century ride and needed to get moving before 9 a.m.  I don't like being up early, why force myself to do something so miserable when the big rock for the day was the ride.

In Mystic, there were tons of runners and bikers on River Road.  Like a lot of runners, was there a race?  I saw a couple guys I work with I'll have to ask them when I see them again.

I had never ridden on Shewville Road, well not that I can remember.  What an awesome road, there were actually some shady parts and there was a nice breeze.  The thing that struck me was the number of historical cemeteries.  

Such a pretty graveyard.  Is it weird I like graveyards?

Thought this was cool!

Krug was nice, rolling hills, few cars.  The shade was not to be found those poor trees.

And then Stone Hill.  OMG.  ugh....

The blessing was Hell H0llow Road, beautiful scenery, right through Patchaug Forest, no cars, and then I got to the pond and then all that I went down I got to go back up.

The next was Ekonk Hill with Ekonk Turkey Farm where there was ice cream!  This was the biggest of the climbs.  

The Turtle, how I felt with some of those hills.... chug chug chug

I got to ride back on familiar roads!

Beriah Lewis Farm - this was so sweet.

Stopped at Grey Sail for a pint before wrapping up the last few miles to get to 70.

Hazy Day

It was a good ride, all told, I didn't ride 100 miles, I made 70.  Relive it here.  The pictures didn't load with this one, so I put them in the text. I'm not disappointed, the weather wasn't great for a long ride and I started getting a headache.  I really need to replace electrolytes better.   There is always the Mt. Wachusett Century ride to get one in for July.


Feet 28
Saddle 100


I am loving "The Boston Girl" by Anita Diamant.  Such a well told story about life, nothing more nothing less.  Happiness and tragedy.


Not much progress on the baby sweater.  However one of mine will have a new home with a newly born first great grandson of one of my parents' friends.  While a happy event it is also a sad event, the new mother died during delivery.  I mention this only because, despite the advances in medicine mother's still die in childbirth; not at as great a rate 200 years ago, however they still do.  Never take anything for granted.

Beth, wow half the year is over...  supposed I ought to see how I'm doing on my goals.