Turn Signals…or How I’m NOT a mindreader

20 Jan

We’ve all heard about defensive driving – you know, leave enough space between you and the car in front of you, be prepared to take evasive moves to avoid potholes, be able to stop in case a child or animal runs out in front of you…well, I’d like to add a new thing to the list of skills people should have.

Defensive Running.  Yes, that’s right.  Defensive Running. 

This means:

– Assume that drivers DONT see you – regardless of the reflective clothing / vests / headlamps / flashing lights and such that you wear.

– Always assume that drivers will turn toward you.  If your looking to cross the street, just figure that the car will turn at you – as if it’s a cruise missile with some sort of homing beacon fixed on you.

– Dusk is more dangerous than dawn to run.  Somehow the setting sun coincides with reduced brain activity amongst drivers.  This is dangerous for runners.

– Attention drivers – the turn signal is NOT a decoration – it’s an INDICATION.  Use it appropriately – this means if you are going to make a turn in the next mile, don’t leave it on until you’ve gone a mile and therefore made me guess which of the 12 side streets you’ve passed you’re going to turn onto.  ALSO, don’t expect me to mind-read what your next move will be.  I am a runner.  I streamline – which means leaving my crystal ball at home.  Which, now that I think of it, is probably safer for you.  Otherwise your idiotic driving  habits may compel me to smite you with the crystal ball. 

So please – I am a runner.  I run with my two dogs.  I wear day-glo green reflective jacket and my dogs wear reflective vests – and when our combined reflective gear is assessed,  we could be the landing crew at any airport.  I have a leash that flashes / strobes to better enable YOU to see US.  So please – use your turn signal.  Give me more than the concrete edge of the street to run in – hell, I’ll run on sidewalks when they’re available.  But please for the love of all things holy – use your motherf*cking turn signal.  I don’t want to be your hood ornament.

But perhaps people would better see you then….

Disasters in Dating…Round 2

14 Jan

So I went on a date to Target. 

(go get a paper towel and wipe off the computer monitor.  They get fussy when you spit your coffee up on them…)

You’re back now?  Fresh cup of coffee?  Good. 

So I had a blind date for this past Sunday and we were going to meet for coffee.  So he picked the coffee place and I met him there…except that didn’t happen precisely like that. 

He picked the place and got there before me.  Which is when he texted me to say that it wasn’t open and did I mind going to another Starbucks.  I text-while-driving  (eeek!) to say no, but let me know if I should get off at exit A or exit B.  He says to just meet him at the original location and we’ll go to the new place.  Ok says me. 

Except the new place was Target.  Where we sat for 1.75hrs to have coffee. 

I remarked on the way out that this had to be the first time that I’d ever been to Target and walked out without anything. 
So now I can say that in addition to the usual first dates locations, I’ve been to Target.

Happy New Year!

3 Jan

Jersey, Stanley and I would like to welcome you to 2011!

 

We don’t do resolutions because it’s too easy to break them but we do set goals and objectives for the new year.  Here are ours:

 

1) Keep work and play in better balance.

2) Make workouts as much fun as they are essential.

3) Manage money better.  Get out of the living paycheck-to-paycheck cycle.

4) Continue the focus of getting into better shape.  Ignore the number on the scale or the size on the tag of the clothes.

5) Be grateful.

 

So now that we have our top 5 goals, it’s just a matter of putting them into action.  Since I have today off from work (hooray for stand-down!), I want to figure out what Jersey, Stanley and I are going to go do today.  Maybe a hike? Running on the beach? Whatever it is, we’re going to enjoy today!

Jersey and Stanley and Santa

18 Dec

Because I can:

And another

 

 

The bribery of a Chicken McNugget is impressive

 

And the last one:

 

They were great with the photographer!

Merry Christmas from Jersey and Stanley and me!

 

Disaster in Dating

14 Dec

Last week a friend of mine from DC was down visiting his family.  We decided to catch a women’s college basketball game. Sounds like fun – especially on a frigid Sunday, right?  Sure!  the game was great.  But I met the bartender.

He seemed decent enough, and in the course of conversation between me, my friend and the bartender I learned that he had a college degree (+1pt from the other guys I’ve met), a full-time job (+3pts) and just bartended to make some extra cash (+1pt).  Is a Redskins fan (-1pt…c’mon, I’m an Eagles fan) but he seemed funny, polite and not-an-ass (+5pts).

He asked for my number and my friend said to me, ‘either you give him your number or I will’.  So I gave him my number and we ended up meeting up to watch the Monday Night Football game.  Flirty text messages but nothing that crossed ‘that’ line.  You know ‘that’ line, don’t you girls?  The one that takes a guy from ‘cool and flirty’ to ‘skeevy and disgusting’?  Yeah – he didn’t cross it. 

So far, so good.

Monday night was fun, I learned that he was a couple of years younger than me but the entire time that we were hanging out, I just felt like something was off.  It was after rehashing it with one of my best guy friends that I realized that this guy never asked me a personal question and kept trying to flirt like we were still in college. 

Monday night came to a close and vague plans were made to see one another at a later date. 

Still good to go.

And then he texted me on Thursday night…and Friday night.

Thursday night I got the following…after a discussion about an upcoming stressful day “I could really use a stress reliever”…a continuation of the texting with a request for clarification rendered this reply “was just hoping that things would ‘open up’ for me”.  I didn’t respond.

Friday night / Saturday morning (when I was asleep because I had a 10K race on Saturday morning), I received the following “I had such a great day, you should be here to finish it off’. 

Say what?  I mean, I’m sorry, I must have misread you, but WTF did you just say?

That might have worked when we were in college.  maybe.  Perhaps if I’d had too much to drink and wasn’t with my friends. 

But seriously?  I’m 30.  I’m not your booty call. And if you’re hanging out with women on whom those lines work, I really don’t want to be associated with you.

I demand better.

After Action Report – Surf-N-Santa 10M

9 Dec

So last Saturday I got up in the freezing cold (30 feels like 20) to go run 10 Miles.

Good idea, right?  Yup, back in July when I signed up for the race. Day of?  Well, a psych exam should have been ordered.  Don’t get me wrong – J&A racing regularly puts on a phenomenal race.  From notifications to packet pick up to day-of parking/volunteers/post-race party – they really know what they’re doing.  I, however, did not. 

This wasn’t my first 10 Mile race.  As a matter of fact, I’ve run numerous 10 milers, half marathon and was once crazy enough to do the full marathon (and yes, I’m still planning on doing another…)

So here’s how the race went down, as captured by triduo.com photography team:

Ok - this isn't so bad...

This was probably taken on the first half of the run.  I’m thinking  ‘ok – we’re in this for the long haul, so get comfortable, find a pace and we’ll make it through’.

Ok, fun meter is getting pegged

I’m thinking about how it’s really cold here, my chapstick is frozen, my entire right side is annoyed by me running and that I want my beer.  There was a lot of whining going on right about now.

Where the hell is the beer?

Now I’m completely owned by the race – it wore me out, gave me runners kidney (TMI, but hey – we’re runners, we run off the course to pee in the woods so deal with it) and made me really proud that I finished.  But the finish line lead-up was mean – 3 fake-outs.  At three different points close to the end, where the mile 9 sign is nothing but a distant memory – I thought I was done.  As it turns out, each time it was a cruel joke to be told to ‘keep running, you’re almost there’ and to take a right. 

As it turns out the finish line was behind the Convention Center where you actually finish INSIDE the Convention Center.  Pretty cool in theory and if I’d had any ounce of energy left, I would have really appreciated it.  As it was, my energy stores were pretty well depleted around mile 7. 

I ran into my regular rescue partner at mile 8 and flat-out told him that I was struggling.  I knew I’d finish but I also knew that it wasn’t going to be anything close to a PR. 

So when I run this race again, I’ll remember to hydrate better before the race, to avoid dairy and to eat something before hand – even if that means getting up super early to start that process.

Who does a 10 Miler in December??

6 Dec

I do.  Or more specifically, I did.

I finished the J&A Racing ‘Surf-N-Santa’ 10 Miler on Saturday. 

Here’s what they said:

“Congratulations from all of us here at J&A Racing for finishing the inaugural Surf n Santa 10 Miler! The weather this morning was sunny but chilly at 35 degrees with north winds of 4mph gusting to 14.

There were 426 finishers in the Women 30 to 34 age group and 3843 finishers in the race. Your overall finish place was 2951 and your age group finish place was 296. Your overall finish percentile was 2,321.00 % while your age group percentile was 3,052.00 %. Your time of 01:54:25 gave you a 11:27/M pace per mile.”

Officially, this is the slowest 10 Mile race I’ve ever completed.  And I also hurt the most after this race than I have any other race.

I found that I dehydrated really badly causing my kidneys to be incredibly furious with me.  They caused all sorts of things, and I am pretty sure that the shut down my stomach.

My right side needs work – right hip, right knee and right arch of my foot hurt like hell.  So I have stabilization exercises to do.

It was so cold running up the Boardwalk that my Carmex chapstick froze.  I couldn’t squeeze any of the stuff out to put on my lips.  I had to take the chapstick, put it in the palm of my hand and run for a mile until my body heat defrosted it enough so that I could use it. 

So it was a good race, I’m happy that I finished it but damn, I think I’m still frozen.