Friday Photos - The "Other" Race Day

Once upon a time there were three little races. Spring race, summer race and fall race.

Spring race and fall race were very good races. They were cool. And comfortable. Fun. And fast running.

But summer race was not so very good at all. It was hot. And humid. Hilly. And slow running.
It was not a sub-2:00:00 day.

Some race days are just like that. And that's okay.
Because you get to enjoy other things besides a good finishing time.

Like...

Inspiration.

Here's to those who remind us that our only limitations are those we set for ourselves.

Here's to those who set a healthy example for the next generation.

Here's to those who run to honor the memory of those they love. And have lost.

This family ran for their father who had recently lost his life to pancreatic cancer.

Their tees read, "Never give up, don't ever give up."

Here's to those who run for those who cannot run for themselves.

Here's to those who remind us that no sacrifice is too great, no pain too big, and no cost too high.

Every race weekend of the year this man runs a race with the flag. Sometimes he runs two.

And here's to those who start...

...and finish.

Whether they finish first or finish last, they all have an important story that saw them to the end.

All of them are winners.

And a profound reminder of why I love the race.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Race Day

At the beginning of each year I don't really make resolutions. Or set goals. I like to think more along the lines of "desired outcomes". And for this year one of my most "desired outcomes" was to run three half marathons. And to be able to finish one of them in under two hours.

Recently, I ran my last of those three races. I finished in 1:56:35. Yay!! And that means a sub-2:00:00 finish in two of those three races. Yay, again!!  I won't bore you with the details of this race. Mostly because my grandson is here and I don't want to take time to be clever. Or crafty. Or poignant. Or inspiring. Or any other time-consuming thing like that. I just want to play with him. But if you are interested in reading (a lot!) about this year's first race you can read this post.

http://pointshootspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/groove-thing.html

It pretty much covers my first sub-2:00:00 finish... And the miserable week that led up to it.

For this year's last race I will simply say that I ran hard. And I ran well. I finished strong. But not too strong. I didn't have much left at the end. This is a good outcome. The best outcome, really. Bonus that I broke the 2-hour barrier. Yay!

And here are a few pics from the day. For your enjoyment. 

Because I know how much we all love enjoyment. And a blog with pics. : ) 

This is me getting ready. I am not stretching. I am putting my timing chip on my shoe. 

It is 6:43am. And way too early to stretch. Or wear a timing chip. 

I firmly believe that all good races should start at 7 o'clock....pm.

My race day mantra. I have a different one for every race.
I write it on my hand to take my mind off the aching legs.
This one says, "Conquer or Die". It is kind of dramatic. And makes me giggle. : )

This is me just before jumping into the start line. It is cold. And I am freezing. 

Lucky for me the start line is smack in front of The Man's office building. 

I walk outside 3 minutes before the gun, jump over gates, climb under guardrails,

 get in line, and I'm good to go. 

If I hear the National Anthem before I make it to the office building elevator I know it's time to hurry up. 

This has happened more than once. Or twice. Or five times.

This is me waiting in line for 2 minutes. It's not quite so cold smashed in between all those bodies. 

I am making a funny face. Probably to find out if I can see my breath in the air.

This is a shot of all those bodies. Thousands and thousands of bodies. 

This is a shot of someone faster than me. He's so fast that he gets a police escort. 

This is a shot of someone braver than me.
Feel free to submit your own commentary.

This is me just past mile three. When I still feel happy to be there. 

Also mile three. But not me. 

I just couldn't resist posting such a lovely fall display.

There were lots of miles between the last shot and this one. Because this is mile 11.
Where I skipped the aid station and passed the chick in green. And the 2:00:00 pace group. : ) 

I would have done the happy dance if it wouldn't have slowed me down.
(And please pardon the scary white belly shot.)

And the big finish. I am there somewhere.

A smile and a thumbs up.
Because it's over. And I made my time. Yay!

And this is where they remove the timing chip.
Trust me. This is not as easy as it looks. 

Because all the leg muscles are screaming. Loudly.
And you have to hold very still. It's torture.

And a lovely parting shot with The Man/Avid Supporter/Guest Photographer/Massage Therapist for the day.

The End 

Okay. So doesn't this just look like so much fun? I think that everyone should run a race. Because it really is so much fun! Besides, you get free food and chocolate milk at the end.

I am not making it up when I tell you that if I can do it, anyone can.

I am not built to run. But I am built to love the things I work hard for. 

I think all of us are.

And because of this I now have 8 half marathon finisher's medals that I proudly display. 

On my closet wall. 

Before I die I want to have 50. Or more.

And now I am going to go play with this crawling, climbing, exploring, giggling, happy little grandbaby guy that has found his way to my house for a few days.

Yay! = )

Bad Words

Words. I am in love with them. And each of them for a different reason.

I love what some words mean. Like "bumptious". One day this word showed up on my dictionary.com app as the Word of the Day. You should know that I am addicted to dictionary.com. And Word of the Day. I immediately liked this word. It's fun in every way! But it gets even better when you know what it means. Offensively self-assertive. Yep. That's the definition. Write it down. Add it to your vocab. It's pretty much
amazing. Because I've no doubt we all know someone who is bumptious.

Then there are words that just feel good when you say them. Like "pop". I don't know what it is about this word, but I honestly can't say it without making noises with my mouth. It's pathetic. But I love it. "Pop, pop, pop." And for just a few seconds (or eh...minutes?) I feel like a kid again. A very annoying kid.

There are also words that sound good. Like "celestial". Take a second to say this. Listen to it. And now close your eyes and feel it. It just kind of transports you to a different place, doesn't it? Mmm. Celestial.

Until your teenager slams a door and shouts, "I HATE YOU!" Which, by the way, means you are a very good parent.

But best of all are the words that feel good, sound good, and have great definitions. Like "serendipity" and "quintessential". If you don't know what these words mean look them up. It's worth the effort. And I feel quite certain they could be effectively used in the same flowery sentence.

Yep. Good words pretty much rock my world.

But all things have opposites.

Enter bad words. And I am not talking about swear words here. I am talking about regular words. Regular words that just should not be used on a regular basis. They aren't pleasing to listen to, they are challenging to say, and sometimes their definitions are just all messed up.

For example, take the word "moist". Ew. This is not fun to say. Or hear. And it leads the mind to all kinds of icky places. I know this because I used the thesaurus on dictionary.com to try and find a pleasant synonym to replace it with. There isn't one. I consider "moist" to be a very limited use word. It is only good when used to describe something like cake. Or...hmm. Nope. Just cake.

Then there is "condiments". Okay. Who came up with this word? Is there anything about this that screams mustard, ketchup, or relish? I think not! Please. Can we just call them "toppings"?

And how about "incumbent"? This word is just confusing to me. It's kind of neutral when it comes to hearing or saying it, which in and of itself puts it in the please-let's-find-a-different-word category. But it has several meanings. And they could not be more different. Check it out.

1. holding an indicated position, role, office, etc., currently.
2. obligatory (often followed by on or upon)
3. resting, lying, leaning, or pressing on something

Is anyone else bothered by how unconnected the definitions of this word are? I mean, honestly. This word just states, "I sure as heck hope I was listening to the rest of the conversation." Must. Have. Context.

There are other regular bad words out there. Like midst, Arctic, candidate, ordinances, clothes, width and prerogative. They are just So Much Work to pronounce! And all good words should roll out easily. These do not. I consider them to be high maintenance, low yield vocabulary.

And let's not forget about bad words like vacuum, broccoli, accessory, cemetery, mnemonic (okay, that's not really a regular word, but hang with me and you'll see where I going with this), knowledge, judgement, cantaloupe and absence. Help!! I am a really good speller. I am not making this up. But I have to Think So Hard to spell these words correctly! And spelling should be fun, not work. So I just want to know, who on earth decided how things should be spelled? Because sometimes it makes no sense at all.

And while we're at it, who gave the spelling-rule-breaking-words permission to break the spelling rules?

Annoying.

I know. It may seem a little irrational and absurd. But words are such an important part of a rich and interesting existence! So this is a call to everyone to step it up just a little. Expand your vocabulary. Learn a few new words. Good and bad. One day, I promise, they will come in very handy for effectively expressing yourself.

And let's not forget to thank our spell-checking devices everywhere.

Except for the one on my iPhone that randomly wants to change the spelling of my nickname "Kam" to Lam, Jan, or most recently Jam. I'll let you think in your own mind the problems that signing off as Jan instead of Kam could cause...

Autumn

Bittersweet October.

The mellow, 

messy,

leaf-kicking,

perfect pause

between the opposing miseries 


of summer and winter.

- Carol Bishop Hipps -

Monday Morning Music Moment

Ahhhhhh!

So I'll try and keep this short. Because the Monday Morning Music Moment is actually longer than a moment. By a few moments. Or minutes. My longest music share yet.

It's Little Man. At yesterday's piano adjudication. The one that I love because the parents get to go and watch. And videotape. Sadly, videotaping must be discreet, so as to not annoy the judges. Trust me. You do not want to annoy the judges! This means you can't walk around and position yourself to get video of the screaming fingers. But that's okay. Just take a listen. It's worth it.

And in case you're dying to know, he received a 4+ on this piece. The highest score possible. This comes on the heels of receiving a 1+ at District Auditions. The highest score possible there. I know. It's a little confusing. Like establishing the 1-10 scale and then working it backwards.

Anyway, he will play this song and the one posted at http://pointshootspeak.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-photos-recital.html for State competitions the first weekend of November. No parents or video allowed.

So this is the one chance, and one chance only, to listen to Little Man and Chopin. 

Nocturne in D flat, Op. 27, No. 2. 

And then tell me, is there anything more satisfying than a teenage boy that is so talented and so attractive? 

I think not!

And you should know that under the right circumstances Chopin can make me cry.

So can tickling.

Crack Fries

I run. And once a week I run long. And by long I mean anywhere from 8 to 15 miles.

I know. If you usually count your daily walk to the freezer for ice cream as exercise, this sounds a little crazy. But the truth is I do it for one reason.

Crack Fries.

Well, that and cute jeans. But mostly Crack Fries.

If you live anywhere near me you know what I'm talking about. If you don't live anywhere near me, but talk to me, you still know what I'm talking about. Crack Fries are the absolute best use of your weekly allotment of calories you could possibly imagine.

Close your eyes and think in your mind...

Hot, crispy skinny fries...
With lightly seasoned saltiness....
Covered in creamy, marginally spicy, cheesy sauce.

Mmm...

Breathe in deeply. Exhale.

Open your eyes. And lament that Crack Fries are not sitting in front of you.

Okay, if you're anything like me this actually doesn't sound that good. I mean, honestly, I really don't like cheesy sauce on much of anything. And when Kid Four told me about Crack Fries and insisted I try them, I was skeptical at best. But because I like to help my kids think I'm interested in what they are interested in, I tried them.

Two bites. That's all it took. Two bites. And I was hooked.

Lucky for me, Crack Fries live a mile and a half from my house. Even more lucky for me, I run long once a week. Because I am not making it up when I tell you that I cannot pass them by. Ever.

I don't know what they put in the seasoning or in the cheesy sauce. Or what kind of special dirt they grow those potatoes in. But whatever it is, it calls my name. In my sleep. I dream about Crack Fries. True story.

Today I had some. Again.
They are messy. They are delicious. They are completely addictive.
And they are the best reason ever for the long run.

Well, that and cute jeans.

But sorry, no pics today. Trust me, they would turn out to be nothing shy of insulting. Because Crack Fries are just that good.