Krazy KARMA

What kinda OF KARMA do I emit to attracts the crazies!!!???.... I mean really.... who else has someone jump on the track in front of them, TRYING TO STOP THEM, in the middle of a race?

SO I arrive in Tom’s River NJ this am for the USATF NJ Indoor Track and Field Championships. The goal was to see how my training was progressing and to obtain some points for my Philly Masters Track & Field Club.

On arrival I was kinda intrigued by the whole Saran Wrapped looking indoor track... but kinda freaked about the vacuumed sealed rotating doors that made your ears pop...

I love track meets.... unlike road races where you can usually only see the runners start and end.. in track you can see every painful mile... I had hoped to run the 3,000 & 1,500 meter races.. however a slight twinge in the shin caused me to ditch the 1,500.

Prior to the start of the women’s race I was talking to a lady who made mention that she had recently been to France and raced the 3,000 meter there.. WTF!..I think my eyeballs did that bug eyed check her out thing... her jacket said USA.. and then her singlet said USA.. So I am wondering is this gal on Team USA.. ??? and if so WTF she doing here? I never did ask her as we had to line up.

So we line up with a number on the right hip, a number on the left hip, then a number on the left front shoulder and then also our race number on our chest... little excessive don’t you think...??... I am guessing this is to ensure that if one of our body parts goes flying off in the race they will know who it belongs too.. jeez..

We are lined up.. in order according to our race numbers.. I am #7.. Ms. USA is #8... I try to make small talk... she tells me to move down... I look to my left.. thinking move down where..??... we are all crammed up as is..if I move down anymore I will BE my next competitor... .. I guess Ms. USA is either nervous, had too much caffeine or is on speed... she starts to push herself closer to me in order to... I don’t know ...occupy the same space as me..(BACK UP JACKSON).... I mean if this chick is as fast as she lets on.. why worry about losing 3 seconds at the start..

BANG off we go.. and MS. USA dang near took me out.. thankfully I am a big girl.. not like titanic big... but like tall and I do have more meat on me than she.. so I am not ruffled but I did feel bad for the couple gals behind us... as they got pushed far back...Ms. USA and the other open runner gals (under 30 years old) stampeded out front...

It didn’t take long to realize I had completed the first lap too fast... and was in oxygen debt.... CRAZY ...coming around the track and seeing 14 laps to go... then 13..12 and so on... so I believe it was 15 laps around that indoor track for the 3,000 meter.. talk about thinking yourself a hamster on a wheel.. jeez us... I don’t know what is mentally worse... getting lapped by the leaders a couple times or the fact that each time you went around you still saw those high laps left..

But nothing prepared me for the freak woman who jumped on the track half way through the race to try and stop me... OK.. let me explain something first... the long jumpers had to utilize part of the track.. the back corner... but they were timing their run and jumps around us and things were working out quite well. I guess when you have limited space you make due .. but either case no problems... but in the middle of our women’s 3000 meter race ... a spectator.... gets on the track stands RIGHT IN THE WAY of me in my lane ARM OUT yelling stop... . Long Jumpers are competing...

We are in the MIDDLE OF A RACE!!!!...the two seconds that it registered that she was there and the two steps to the right to go around her and the two steps back I am sure didn’t cause me much time loss but the wondering what the h-ll she was doing on the track and what was going on sure did rattle me...

Afterwards I asked the guys who were watching what the hell was that.. they said some very interesting words about her.. they were in utter disbelief of the whole situation .. I am sure glad she didn’t try and grab my arm and wrestle me to the ground. .. !! SO I ASK.. WHY does this freaky stuff happen to me!

As I came around the track again I noticed that crazy woman was now off the track and I thought I saw officials talking to her... I sighed a breath of relief...

Half way through my thousand laps ..I clocked 6 minutes and 26 seconds.. I was thrilled.. and then I got lazy.. I just didn’t pick it up.. I must have been daydreaming.. because the goal was to clear 14 minutes... and well when I hit the last lap I had to freaking sprint in order to try to do so... I ended at 14.03... a few seconds short of my goal..but still pleased.. not my best 3000 time but under the circumstance I will take it!

The other girl in my age group.. she had to be an elite.. she ran the 3,000 in 11 seconds and something that’s like a little under a 6 minute pace.. H_LL I can't run one mile at that YET.. let alone two... So I will take second place with pride!...

So after the race Ms. USA comes over to me and said I looked good.. (oh yeah.. thanks honey.. I am sure I looked good the three times you LAPPED ME!!).. tee hee...

Starve to Death

I am sitting here at work with my coffee and an apple.. HOW UTTERLY BORING is that!!! ...I am trying to behave… dreaming of a French pastry or nice cinnamon scone… sigh… its that time of year (in March) that I have to drop the extra 5 pounds that I carry in the winter to keep me warm.. OH YEAH… it’s a great excuse (carrying an extra 5) to be able to eat what I want and so on through the holidays.. but now it's time to get serious…

GOTTA be able to run like a cheetah come spring… I think I may starve to death…. this will not go well… I AM MOST CERTAINLY SURE I WILL STARVE TO DEATH..!!

Whinny girl… NO cheese steaks tonight… Cutting back overall… SIGH

GOOD to be KING

Wendy GOT THE BABY in the king cake!!!!! Good luck for a year!!!!.... (or does that mean I will get pregnant??) Yikes!!!

For those who have NO IDEA what a king cake is… here is a bit of history I googled..(I crossed out the part where I am suppose to bring a King Cake to the next party or gathering… and added my own comments in red…)

The New Orleans tradition, begun in the 1870s, borrows heavily from European customs. As part of the celebration of Mardi Gras, it is traditional to bake an oval cake in honor of the three kings - the King Cake. The shape of a King Cake symbolizes the unity of faiths. Each cake is decorated in the traditional Mardi Gras colors: purple represents justice, green represents faith and gold represents power. A small baby, symbolizing the baby Jesus, is baked into each cake.

In New Orleans, King Cake parties are held throughout the Mardi Gras season. In offices, classrooms, and homes throughout the city, King Cakes are sliced and enjoyed by all. Like the biblical story, the "search for the baby" adds excitement, as each person waits to see in whose slice of cake the baby will be discovered. While custom holds that the person who finds the baby in their slice will be rewarded with good luck, that person is also traditionally responsible for bringing the King Cake to the next party or gathering and is KING for the year. The traditional King Cake is made from twisted strands of cinnamon dough, topped with icing, and sprinkled with purple, green, and gold colored sugar. Today, many additional varieties of King Cake are also available,with fillings such as cream cheese, strawberry, apple, and lemon.

So what to give up for Lent?..... I thought I have about given up every bad vice I have but come to light I should give up Cheesesteaks .. yes.. THANK GOODNESS I did not say Coffee!!! It's good to be KING!.... Of course a couple of my dear friends told me to hold an aspirin between my legs to prevent pregnancy just to be sure.. HUH?.... Oh and this baby is KINDA CREEPY... yikes........

Junk in trunk?

HARDY HAR HAR… well you all will have a field day with this..

Today at work... well... I didnt realize that between the time I put my pants on at home this am... and well POTTY TIME at work... .. that well.. my zipper was broken... stuck.. STAGNANT.. UNMOVING... THE D-MN ZIPPER WONT LET ME OUT OF MY PANTS!!!!....

HMMM.. dilemma… so what to????..... maybe try and shimmy them down...??... wrestle.. wrestle… pull.. pull.. GRRR… NOPE… not stretchy material.. no way getting that over that... STUCK IN PANTS… WTF... NO WAY OUT… I am stuck with the JUNK IN THE TRUNK!!!!!

I resound to the fact that I will just have to wait until I get home.. I can hold it for another 3 hours or so... then I will just cut the blasted pants off... !!!.....SNIP SNIP!

So why when you FEEL trapped that all of a sudden the urge magnifies... and you really really HAVE TO GO... so I bring up this issue to gal here at work.. she says.. here is a needle and thread try again… HMM.. ok… so back to facilities.. try to unzip.. pull .. pull.. grr… yikes… nothing.. it ain't going no where… R-I-P-P-P-PPP…

Well I didn't completely rip the pants zipper and so I am good now.. I guess.... Perhaps Friday nights should be salad night?

Chase the Rabbit

Laying here, feet propped up in order to redistribute the blood flow correctly and to stop the pulsating throbbing in the leggies... wondering if going to bed at 5pm is too early...

Joe and I had our “long run” today.. . we knew after yesterdays quick 6 miler and the subsequent 2 hour MTB adventure ...not to expect too much... but boy was that an overstatement....half way through our 10 mile run...there is a hill ...a real ugly type hill... one of those really LONG seems like FOREVER hills...well today I was feeling a little "Off" and I promised myself that if I made it up “Suicide Hill”... if I ran the whole freaking way up it... that I would stop at the top ...for just a second...to rest-tee-po a bit..

Although my first thought was of throwing myself on the ground to see if when Joe caught up to me if he would step on me or over me ..... so after reaching the pinnacle of that hateful hill I stopped for a few seconds and took a glance behind me.. YES.. still no Joe...

See this run was called Chase the Rabbit Run.. and I (being the rabbit) would start off 3 minutes ahead of Joe and see how long it took for him to catch me... seeing that he was nowhere in sight I was pleasantly pleased with myself... and I motored on... EWE.. ..things were getting tough.. the body was feeling a bit downright NASTY.... so I had to walk a bit in mile 7... checking behind me.. still no Joe... YES...

And then I had to call it quits at mile 8... I SO TOTALLY justified that I had done enough running and that was that... and was quite pleased with myself until the machine (who started 15 minutes behind me not 3 minutes) passed me as I was walking..

GRRR...he went on to finish the 10 miler at a race pace.. JEEZ US.. what did he have for breakfast!!! ....I am still contemplating the 5pm bedtime... LIFE IS GOOD!

Mudd Fest

Well …..we woke up bruised and battered from our fun, relaxing MTB (Mountain Bike) ride yesterday.

Yeah, I was EXHAUSTED... thrown off bike twice… Joe flipped off bike too... traction was awful... I want to say fun ride.. and it was…but what a mud fest…you should have seen Joe's flip.. he attempted to go over a rather LARGE log…. jumping it with the bike.. um the bike stopped but he didnt.. he did like a midair dive tuck forward roll.. I guess all that Karate he took as a kid paid off... clap… clap.. clap…. …9.5…9….9.5….perfect 10… yahoo..

My first catapult happened when the back wheel totally slipped out from under me in the mud as I was sailing down a small hill and I went flying off to the left without my bike… I ended up on my back looking up at the sky, with Jill (the gal riding behind me) looking down at me… “You alright” she said…. “UM YEAH”.. I picked myself up out of the mud and back on bike… onward… second time same thing, fly off to left, Jill look down at me.. ... poor Jill... to my credit I did very successfully maneuvered… thank you very much…. a rather tricky fast down turn without ejecting myself from the bike… ME NO FALL, NO EJECT, NO HIT TREE.. VERY NICE!

Perhaps it is the pin legs but I just cant get up those hills on the blasted bike.. check out this elevation …
Today is back to running… its Chase the Rabbit day… It’s our long run and me the slow poke will start a few minutes before Joe and see what mile I get to before he catches me… I do have an advantage….shame you have all those bruises from MTB Joe… I am thinking I will get to mile 6 by the time he catches me…

Salt Lick

OMG I am like a giant salt lick now... NaCl.. Sodium Chloride...I accidentally opened the wrong side of the salt shaker on top of the cheese fries.. now not only did we have cheese steaks and cheese fries they are now smothered in salt... 900 calories for the cheese steak... 870 calories for the cheese fries.....I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE....

Excerpt taken from the web:
Running and diet. Running does not increase appetite. In fact,exercise tends to diminish it, acting as a suppressant. "For better running, watch what you eat and when you eat it," is the advice of the Running with George web page. Runners pay close attention to their diets, as most runners try to maintain a balanced diet that is low in fat.

What part of bullsh-t is this.