Wendy Mastripolito

So WHY can't my life BE DRAMA FREE!??? I was excited that class got cancelled last night (teacher had a personal emergency)… so I pick up Bessie from mom & dad’s and gleefully headed home.. thinking I will relax with a glass of wine and wait for Joe (his flight from Wisconsin was to land around 6pm)… SOOO , I'm home, I change into comfy clothes, pour a glass of wine, and log onto computer. Typing away...enjoying my beverage.. I notice my fingers were cold....really cold.... WOW, this Florida trip must of made me reallysoft ... I put a housecoat on and think about gloves… it hasn't dawned on me yet to check the thermostat.. Ok ... I check the thermostat… uh oh....60 degrees.. heater fan blowing cold air.. hmm ... we use Propane Gas... I check stove.. UH.. OH....NO GAS.. means NO HEAT, NO HOT WATER, and NO STOVE TO COOK…. I KNOW I paid my bill. ..yeah... I'm sure of it... and were on automatic fill.. D- mn , I am going to have to go outside and check the outside g...

December 11, 2010 Somehow I once again convinced joe that it’s a great idea to drive 2+hours in order to run 26.2 miles in 36 degree weather. Either I have really great persuasion powers or he's just really unintelligent (kisses)....originally the plan was to get up at 3am, drive to Rehoboth , run marathon, drive home.. but the ole man said that was not to his liking and we had to do option B: drive down late the night before, stay in cheap hotel, run marathon, then drive home. I am not sure what it is about the Rehoboth Marathon but this is the 3rd time we have done this race and twice we were feuding prior to the start. “...and how come you didn ’t wait for me you asshole!?” … “screw you beeach ”… its just another wonderful morning in Mastripolito happy land. Next time I am so going to bring one of those light box things so when he starts, CLICK in his eyes, seasonal dysfunctional disorder... NICE BOY… My intention for Rehoboth this year was to run it as a long run, no racin...

My birthday day…… 5:30 am: up early, breakfast with Joe … respond to all my wonderful birthday wishes and emails.. 8:30 am: jumped in truck to drive the hour to Claymont Delaware for derby skates… hit up Panera , coffee, snack… 10:00am: an hour later arrive at Skatebuys in Claymont , excited... jump out of truck and race to door.. um.. hello.. door locked.. peer in window… hello?....check my watch, its 10:05am.. look at door… try door again (like I am assuming I am not pulling it hard enough). . still locked… peer in again.. HMPH .. check watch.. place was suppose to open at 10am.. it did not.. bang on door… HELLO?... go back to truck.. call them... no answer… get back out.. bang on door… try door again... sit back in truck.. call them.. no answer.. A little agitated… what to do?.. I am in Delaware..well...Christiana mall is “only” 15 miles away.. and since I am already in Delaware that is… I mines well ….because its my birthday…! 10:30am: so drive.. drive.. drive... get to Chris...

Disclaimer: Note this is NOT to offend any of my facebook friends or family but to alert my facebook friends and family to something that may or may not affect them.. and oh its for me to vent.. thanks! There is a reoccurring problem in the running community that I have no idea how should be addressed… People who run a race in another person’s race number and are scored in the wrong category.. Like Men who get scored in a women’s category, or a 20 year old who gets scored in a Masters age group category. Now, I am NOT talking about people who WANT to be woman nor am I talking about men who have a “woman’s” name and then accidentally get scored in the wrong division.. I am talking about people, specifically men, who race in a registered women's bib and then get scored in the women's division. For those that don’t know the racing scene, let me bring you up to speed. There is a common occurrence that happens, people share race numbers (bibs), sometimes it is by accident (a wife a...

Have to vote.... have to vote...running late, late.. late... have to vote..vote.. vote.. grab jacket, hat, gloves.. ...drive to polling place.. Sweet ..not too many people..should be easy in, easy out!...j ump out of truck, look around.. it is me, a lady and a man...us.. only... with the doors locked..I peak in the windows.tap... TAP.. TAP.. i see someone... I motion to him… he unlocks the door ..and "YES?" "Is this the polling place?" "No…" "Oh.. um… like do you know where the polling place is? "No, sorry..…" "Oh hmm …" (like wtf to do?? - scratch head and) "You know this hasn ’t been the polling place for two years." ( Ok I am thinking smart ass isn ’t that the last time there was an election, two years ago…? and shouldn ’t you know where the polling place is if its NOT HERE!!!???) Man in car - voting is at elementary school now… off we go.. I am SOO irritated.. will be late for work, havent had my coffee, and fin...

Tussey 50 Miler Saturday, October 16, 2010 Not sure HOW I managed it... but I did… I somehow convinced Joe that running 50 miles was a good thing and then I proceeded to only run 26.2… Distance: 50 miles JOE: 9 hrs 41 mins (for 50 miles) WENDY : 4 hrs 53 mins (for 26.2 miles) START: 7:00 am Leg 1: Three Bridges, One Leg-Breaker Mileage/degree of difficulty: 3.2 miles; difficult Topography: Mostly gently climbing, with some steep ascents. Cold (48 degrees) at start, windy (gusts 30 mph, sustained15 mph). I was bundled up w/hat, gloves, jacket. Joe’s plan was to run with me, well at least for the first half mile then he pulled away. Um ..what about the "we are running together" plan??? Joe is great hill runner and since the first three miles are basically up hill, I expected him to get a lead. I managed to run this first three miles better than last year, I felt good and was excited, maybe this year I can do A LOT better! Of course what I failed to mention is that I st...

Got to enjoy two great races this weekend… Philadelphia Cross Country 5K (3.1 mile) Open Race & the OctoRun 13K (8 mile) Cross Country 5K I really do have a love affair with cross country, perhaps it’s the feeling of being able to take off running across fields, frolicking through woods, and traipsing up rather large inclines… or maybe its because that’s where I started my running 25 years ago… in cross country… either case I decided on Saturday to run an open cross country race, hoping beyond all hope that I could beat at least one gal, and hopefully a young one… T his particular race was an "open" race, which meant no age group awards, only the top 15 girls will place and I would be competing with everyone from ages 18+ and up ... I soo love competing… something about just the idea of being able to do your best and being acknowledged that you did so… but then again nothing deflates it like when you see one of the area's top women runners, who happens to be in you...