First let me say....3 posts in one day! I guess I'm over my measured (or unmeasured) mile mix up...ha!!!!
I am going to run a 5K on Siesta Key Beach and it got me thinkin'. No....I'm not thinking of running it in my bikini. Geesh. I'm thinking of running it BAREFOOT. It just popped into my mind because I don't really like running on soft surfaces. I thought of my Injinjis, maybe I'd feel like I had a better grip or something. Made me wonder if being barefoot would be easier. It's on a beach so I can't see why there'd be a problem really.
Does anyone have any info on running a race barefoot??? I'm going to Google that, see what comes up....
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Buying Of Sports Gear
A new phenomenon has begun at my house. Where once we used to tamp down each other's spending habits, we now can find reason to spend some cashola on our sporting gear.
Gone are the days of Bobby asking me if what I planned on buying was a "need" or a "want". I used to hate that. I'd say "If I WANT it, it's a freakin' NEED", ok?????
Or the days where I'd kindly remind him we just spent a buncha money switching to solar hot water, should we be booking a cruise just now?
I should have had a clue when I told him I wanted a pair of spikes to speed train with, and he told me to GO FOR IT. I did pause a moment, seeing as I had JUST bought my new Asics a few days before. Paused for 20 seconds. Then went and bought them. (I'm not stupid.) I gave it a couple days and tested my husband. I told him I need more running clothes. He said, and I quote...."Proper running attire is KEY to being successful. You should be comfortable." Hmmmm....weird. But ok! Then I told him as I was registering for the Space Coast marathon for Nov, that the $86 fee he'll see on the account was for that. He beamed at me and told me that was GREAT that I was committing to another marathon.
Something fishy was going on. Usually he asks me to hang on a couple days for some auto withdrawls to come out first or something, knowing full well I'll forget I wanted that particular "thing". That's his way of saying "no" without saying "no". I know I'm his weakness. This man of mine can never refuse me anything. He has never said no, but he makes a compromise instead. Or throws out the "need vs want stupid thing. This is the way we've been operating for 15 years and it works. I, on the other hand, just tell him he can't spend any money. Ha! Anyway, something was going on and I was about to find out what that "something" was...
First, let me tell you about my husband. He's almost 46 yrs old, tall, dark hair thatsturningkindagray and he has dreamy blue eyes. My 88 yr old Grandma even says that. He's a kind, gentle man. Our family is the world to him, I know this. I'm a very loved and cherished woman. Very lucky. He works between 50-60 hours a week, including commute. He's a wonderful dad, husband and my best friend. He works out everyday (and is looking H-O-T BTW). He may have rolled on the floor laughing when I first told him I wanted to run a marathon, but he has been supportive from the first moment he realized I was serious. It would take me days to tell you all the good things about him, so I'll leave it at that.
Here's the part where things started making sense. He has taken up bike riding. He said he was buying a new road bike. He found one he liked for $400. I said cool....(I wasn't about to give him a hard time after all the support he'd been giving ME) Then of course he needs a helmet, heck, I don't want to be changing his diapers if he gets a serious head injury from a bike accident! (But I would and gladly)....couple days later he tells me he needs bike shorts but he hates to spend the $80 on them. I tell him he should just get them, it'll make his long rides more comfy. And I'm glad he got them, he looks sooooo sexy in them! He has a great behind, I'm all for protecting that. Then comes the bike shoes. LOL...I knew that was coming! I just looked over at him and grinned. He grinned right back. We know each other so well.
Last week Bobby was telling me he found a bike group that's biking to Key West. You throw your bag on a truck and they drop it to the campsites along the way, they ride to each stop. He told me all the details with a twinkle in his eye. I pretended not to know what was coming....he said it was $600 so he thought he'd skip it. We could take off for the weekend for $600. I didn't say anything for a minute, I just peeked over at him at the computer as he checked out that trip. He looked so cute. I could feel his excitement as he was reading the info. When he looked over at me, I smiled and told him to go for it. He deserves to have a vacation doing something he's found a passion for. (besides me of course). I could meet him there with the kids to greet him at the finish. We could stay a few days and make it a family vacation. He hasn't committed to it yet, but I hope he does. I have my marathons, he can have his 300 mile bike trip. And just like he was at the finish line for me, I'll be at his for him.
So we joke about who's sport is more expensive. I say his, he says mine. We don't really care either way. We found something we love to do.
Oh, and now he "needs" a new racing bike. I guess they make a very light weight bike that gives bikers speed. Say no more. Speed is my middle name!!! I can understand the need for speed. I said go for it once again....LOL...
Gone are the days of Bobby asking me if what I planned on buying was a "need" or a "want". I used to hate that. I'd say "If I WANT it, it's a freakin' NEED", ok?????
Or the days where I'd kindly remind him we just spent a buncha money switching to solar hot water, should we be booking a cruise just now?
I should have had a clue when I told him I wanted a pair of spikes to speed train with, and he told me to GO FOR IT. I did pause a moment, seeing as I had JUST bought my new Asics a few days before. Paused for 20 seconds. Then went and bought them. (I'm not stupid.) I gave it a couple days and tested my husband. I told him I need more running clothes. He said, and I quote...."Proper running attire is KEY to being successful. You should be comfortable." Hmmmm....weird. But ok! Then I told him as I was registering for the Space Coast marathon for Nov, that the $86 fee he'll see on the account was for that. He beamed at me and told me that was GREAT that I was committing to another marathon.
Something fishy was going on. Usually he asks me to hang on a couple days for some auto withdrawls to come out first or something, knowing full well I'll forget I wanted that particular "thing". That's his way of saying "no" without saying "no". I know I'm his weakness. This man of mine can never refuse me anything. He has never said no, but he makes a compromise instead. Or throws out the "need vs want stupid thing. This is the way we've been operating for 15 years and it works. I, on the other hand, just tell him he can't spend any money. Ha! Anyway, something was going on and I was about to find out what that "something" was...
First, let me tell you about my husband. He's almost 46 yrs old, tall, dark hair thatsturningkindagray and he has dreamy blue eyes. My 88 yr old Grandma even says that. He's a kind, gentle man. Our family is the world to him, I know this. I'm a very loved and cherished woman. Very lucky. He works between 50-60 hours a week, including commute. He's a wonderful dad, husband and my best friend. He works out everyday (and is looking H-O-T BTW). He may have rolled on the floor laughing when I first told him I wanted to run a marathon, but he has been supportive from the first moment he realized I was serious. It would take me days to tell you all the good things about him, so I'll leave it at that.
Here's the part where things started making sense. He has taken up bike riding. He said he was buying a new road bike. He found one he liked for $400. I said cool....(I wasn't about to give him a hard time after all the support he'd been giving ME) Then of course he needs a helmet, heck, I don't want to be changing his diapers if he gets a serious head injury from a bike accident! (But I would and gladly)....couple days later he tells me he needs bike shorts but he hates to spend the $80 on them. I tell him he should just get them, it'll make his long rides more comfy. And I'm glad he got them, he looks sooooo sexy in them! He has a great behind, I'm all for protecting that. Then comes the bike shoes. LOL...I knew that was coming! I just looked over at him and grinned. He grinned right back. We know each other so well.
Last week Bobby was telling me he found a bike group that's biking to Key West. You throw your bag on a truck and they drop it to the campsites along the way, they ride to each stop. He told me all the details with a twinkle in his eye. I pretended not to know what was coming....he said it was $600 so he thought he'd skip it. We could take off for the weekend for $600. I didn't say anything for a minute, I just peeked over at him at the computer as he checked out that trip. He looked so cute. I could feel his excitement as he was reading the info. When he looked over at me, I smiled and told him to go for it. He deserves to have a vacation doing something he's found a passion for. (besides me of course). I could meet him there with the kids to greet him at the finish. We could stay a few days and make it a family vacation. He hasn't committed to it yet, but I hope he does. I have my marathons, he can have his 300 mile bike trip. And just like he was at the finish line for me, I'll be at his for him.
So we joke about who's sport is more expensive. I say his, he says mine. We don't really care either way. We found something we love to do.
Oh, and now he "needs" a new racing bike. I guess they make a very light weight bike that gives bikers speed. Say no more. Speed is my middle name!!! I can understand the need for speed. I said go for it once again....LOL...
All Better Now
Thank you for all the kind words on my mileage mistake. I was pretty upset at first but I do see the humor in it now. It's pretty funny. It's another example of my "gift" of only seeing the good in everything. I wanted to run faster, I felt like I was running faster, therefore, I WAS running faster. I refused to let doubt take hold and wreck it for me. I fully enjoyed living in my fast runner world for that week. It was joyful and uplifting. You don't know how many nights I dreamed I was running Boston right there beside Deana Koster....sigh. I was beating her by a yard too. Ah well, I always say no mistakes are made if you can find a lesson in the situation. My lesson is....sometimes mistakes are funny!
Some good news though....I am actually running faster. I was a 10 mm, now I'm about an 8. That's no sub-seven, but I'll get there!!!
Watch out Deana!!!!
Some good news though....I am actually running faster. I was a 10 mm, now I'm about an 8. That's no sub-seven, but I'll get there!!!
Watch out Deana!!!!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
There's Been A Serious Mistake
Ok, this post sucks (yeah, I said a bad word, and I'm gonna say it again...sucksucksuck. Blah. But, I digress with the suck part. Let me explain. Painfully.
First, let me ask you this: Is running really fast all that important? C'mon, really??? Is running a 7 minute mile such a big deal? You get all sweaty, your legs get sore, your heart pounds in your chest. Would get me to Boston. Highly over rated if you ask me.
I'm such a sucky (bad word again) liar. I want to run a 7 minute mile SO FREAKING BAD, that I totally screwed up a very basic requirement on timing a mile.
Yeah, that would be.....(drumroll)...MEASURING said mile PROPERLY. GAWD....I can't even stand having to write this sucky post. I'm not sure which part of this bothers me the most. Being slower than I thought or the fact that I posted my incorrect times to all of you people in Blogland. Which, BTW, my husband thought was hysterical. I don't think I need to tell you he was not allowed on my side of the bed last night.
So here's what happened...
From the gym to my house is 3.1 miles. I have only run FROM my house TO the gym a handful of times and they were all back when I didn't time myself. This was the first time I ran from my house to the gym being timed. Except for the time I left my car at the gym, ran home, got a call from the school nurse that my daughter was sick and had to run BACK to the gym to get my car. And I did that one in 30 minutes. So anyway, when I hit what I THOUGHT was the end of the first mile at 14:22, I was kind of irritated. I stood there for a minute thinking maybe I went out too slow or something. But I can walk a mile faster than 14:22. Made no sense at all. Angrily, I hit the clear button and started the timing over from what I thought meant I had 2 miles to go. I just ran the next 2 miles to the gym, looked at my watch and saw 13:34. ??????????? You'd think this alone would have clued me in that the measurements were off but nooooooooooooo. Can you all say "Kim was in denial???" I can. I was in denial. I want to be fast sooo bad that I never even gave that a thought.
So now I'm feeling kinda bad. A little deflated. A lot embarrassed. I took the day off from the gym and running. I even skipped my beloved yoga class. My coach teaches that and I just don't feel like telling him what I did. I'm betting he already knows anyway. I'm going to color my hair, do my nails and lay in the sun. I'm going to try to let it go, it may take a bag of chips though. Of which I have 2. I don't usually wallow in self pity for too long. I may even go for a leisurely run later, you know, when it's about 90 degrees out.
Thank you all for your support, it really means a lot to me. The comments and emails have been wonderful and it pains me to have to post this blog. (I need a tissue)
Happy running everyone, be sure to say hi when you pass me....lol.
First, let me ask you this: Is running really fast all that important? C'mon, really??? Is running a 7 minute mile such a big deal? You get all sweaty, your legs get sore, your heart pounds in your chest. Would get me to Boston. Highly over rated if you ask me.
I'm such a sucky (bad word again) liar. I want to run a 7 minute mile SO FREAKING BAD, that I totally screwed up a very basic requirement on timing a mile.
Yeah, that would be.....(drumroll)...MEASURING said mile PROPERLY. GAWD....I can't even stand having to write this sucky post. I'm not sure which part of this bothers me the most. Being slower than I thought or the fact that I posted my incorrect times to all of you people in Blogland. Which, BTW, my husband thought was hysterical. I don't think I need to tell you he was not allowed on my side of the bed last night.
So here's what happened...
From the gym to my house is 3.1 miles. I have only run FROM my house TO the gym a handful of times and they were all back when I didn't time myself. This was the first time I ran from my house to the gym being timed. Except for the time I left my car at the gym, ran home, got a call from the school nurse that my daughter was sick and had to run BACK to the gym to get my car. And I did that one in 30 minutes. So anyway, when I hit what I THOUGHT was the end of the first mile at 14:22, I was kind of irritated. I stood there for a minute thinking maybe I went out too slow or something. But I can walk a mile faster than 14:22. Made no sense at all. Angrily, I hit the clear button and started the timing over from what I thought meant I had 2 miles to go. I just ran the next 2 miles to the gym, looked at my watch and saw 13:34. ??????????? You'd think this alone would have clued me in that the measurements were off but nooooooooooooo. Can you all say "Kim was in denial???" I can. I was in denial. I want to be fast sooo bad that I never even gave that a thought.
So now I'm feeling kinda bad. A little deflated. A lot embarrassed. I took the day off from the gym and running. I even skipped my beloved yoga class. My coach teaches that and I just don't feel like telling him what I did. I'm betting he already knows anyway. I'm going to color my hair, do my nails and lay in the sun. I'm going to try to let it go, it may take a bag of chips though. Of which I have 2. I don't usually wallow in self pity for too long. I may even go for a leisurely run later, you know, when it's about 90 degrees out.
Thank you all for your support, it really means a lot to me. The comments and emails have been wonderful and it pains me to have to post this blog. (I need a tissue)
Happy running everyone, be sure to say hi when you pass me....lol.
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