I am going to Europe at the end of May and I have to, along with my partner in crime, figure out where to stay in London, where to stay in the French riviera. There are lots of choices and I don’t know what the right one is. Life is tough making such decisions.
of salmon, fingerling potatoes, rainbow chard and brown rice, all purchased from my friends at the farmer’s market. Gotta love when you can buy local. Tastes good, healthy.
Cooking made my tonight better than my today.
was a down day. Rained a lot. I had the blues for most of the day. I couldn’t quite feel good about the world….
I went for a run Thursday night in my new running pants. It was my first run in 6 days, and also my first run since celebrating my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY as a runner. The pants were my 1 yr gift to myself.
Report: Run was so great. The weather was nice after many days of rain and it was light outside! Thanks to daylight savings time, I can now actually go running after work without my trusty headlight. How sweet it is to see where you’re going. The pants made me feel strong and aerodynamic!
Heading out for another run this morning in said pants and a trip to the farmer’s market. Better act now before I change my mind…..
After six years of loyal service, Graham Waspe was devastated when his guide dog Edward was left blind from an extremely rare form of Glaucoma. Fortunately, a new dog named Opal was up to the task of guiding both Graham and Edward.
Edward, an eight-year-old Labrador, has been retired for four months but the loss of his eyesight has shown no sign of slowing him down. He listens to commands given to new dog Opal so he knows when to turn left or right etc. He follows Opal quite closely and listens to her foot-fall.
The two dogs have become fast friends, and they make presentations to local school groups together. Despite the loss of his eyes, Edward still loves nothing more than to be around children, have his tummy tickled and receive lots of attention.
Edward is one loved pup.
was yesterday. I didn’t want to go. It’s been that kind of week. But, of course I went :)
I thought I was pacing myself the first mile, although I did notice I was having some difficulty breathing. I chalked that up to the week’s stress and not getting enough sleep. But when I arrived at the first mile marker and looked at my watch, it said 7:10. To my knowledge, the fastest mile I’ve clocked previously was 8:20. I assumed my watch wasn’t working. There were so many fast people around me; maybe I was going faster than normal, but there’s no way I could have gone that fast!
I was wrong. When I hit mile 2, my time for that mile was more typical, in the 9:30ish range. It was getting harder and harder. I realized that I really had broken my all-time record in that first mile and I was paying for it now. That last 1.1 mile was very hard. I had intended to pace myself and make my last mile the fastest, but instead, my last mile was about maintaining a reasonable speed and not dying.
I didn’t die. I crossed the finish line in 26:19 and I was thrilled. My previous PR was 27:56. My goal had been 27:00. How amazing. Each race I’ve had a goal, and each time I have met it even though I didn’t believe I would. This is a common theme in my life. Most times I have set a goal, I have met it. Even though I didn’t believe I could. I need to take this in instead of simply moving on to the next thing. My pattern is to not believe in myself and then ignore the data when I succeed at something.
So let’s recap. 2 PRs yesterday:
-1 mile, 7:10 (actually 7:03 based on chip timing);
-5k, 26:19
Next time, I will have to find a way to gage my pace before I hit the mile mark. Despite this, I was very happy with my results and the rest of my day was great! By far the best day I’ve had all week! I couldn’t have enjoyed my post-race 3 hour nap more.
This is a reason to get up in the morning. Too bad this cutie is only an internet friend.
(Source: aplacetolovedogs)
actually hardly working today. That’s okay because I deserve it. Got to keep hydrating for tomorrow’s 5k.
Yesterday’s quote: “I want to start calling some of my own shots!”
My struggle to keep perspective this week has been an uphill battle. But the weekend’s here and I swear I see the crest of the hill just ahead!
I was so pissed again tonight when I went for my speed workout. Pissed as in pissed off, angry, ready to SCREAM! I’ve been so stressed out at work and feel that I’m getting close to the tipping point of how many hours I can work and how long I can give a shit about the work I’m doing. My job has been a real problem for a while, but my heightened desire to bite off the heads of my co-workers gives me a hint that some hormones may be contributing to my super bitchy attitude.
So I ran. Pissed as hell, but I did it anyway.
I ran 7 x 400 meter intervals with 1.5 min recovery in between. It sucked, but what can I say, I do feel a little better now. (But my super bitchy attitude is still alive and well.)
Perhaps I can channel my energy into running faster during Saturday’s 5k race (!)
I'm a work in progress, hoping this blog provides me a forum to process my struggles, my musings, my questions, my journey. Details to follow.
Location: California, USA
