Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sicko's!

Okay, okay!!! I changed the picture so everyone didn't have an up and close view of Rim's....errrr...you know. Instead, I went with this embarassing picture of him!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

New Look

Felt it was time to change things up a bit with the old blog. The photo cracks me up and I love that you can sort of see John's snaggle tooth.

The past couple weeks have been action packed. We've been dog sitting and had the in-law's visit for a few days. I am SO lucky to have great in-law's. I hear stories all the time from friends about how they don't get along with their in-laws (fights, passive aggresive behaviors) that it makes me realize just how lucky I am.

On Wednesday, when our guests arrived we headed out to do a little letterboxing. It was the first time for D&B and my hubby. We had a blast. I forgot how much fun it was to go letterboxing. If you haven't tried it, try it at least once. Letterboxing got me out and about in Syracuse. I've been to places I never knew existed.

This morning, I went out the Green Lakes to conquer the "Bowls" one more time before Philly. I just had to run them one last time. The hills were as hard as ever, totally kicked my ass and at one point I thought my heart exploded in my chest. However, for the first time I ran them TWICE! BOOM BABY!

The Bowls put the marathon in perspective for me. If I can do 2.5 hours (over 13 miles) on hills that make you feel like you can't get enough air and your heart is working its way out of your body, then I can do a marathon. When I am going up the hill that seems to never end, feeling like I can't go any further, but end up at the top, then I can do a marathon. The bowls are a neccessary evil and thank you God, I don't have to do them again till next year.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Ready, Set - GO!

Don't want to jinx myself, but I am finally at peace knowing I am ready for Philly. Completed 21 miles and feel tired, but good. Thank you for the running mojo! It worked! Definitely at the end I *felt* like I could go for the additional 5 miles. Of course, I know those last 5 miles will feel like 20.

I ran with my peeps that are going to be running Philly with me...errrrr...I mean ahead of me! Shannon and Virgina are going to kick ass and are SO going to do a 4:15 if not under that time. I am so excited for them. On today's run they looked REALLY strong. Trust me, I had enough time behind them to notice. Shannon's hubby, Loren, has been doing their training and he was sweet enough to let me jump in on the band wagon since my training officially ended last week.

Loren is an awesome coach! He drove ahead of us and every 2.5/3 miles he was waiting for us with Gatorade and water. He strongly suggested we drink the 6 oz Gatorade and we did. I think my friends that did the trick for me. I felt really good and didn't have to pee until around mile 14. And if you know me, you know this is a miracle.

Only a glorious 12 mile run next weekend!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Ready or Not?

Send some running mojo my way if you don't mine. In 12 hours I will be heading out for a 22 mile run. After this run, I will be either crippled or ready for Philadelphia. Will let you know which tomorrow.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Running Weekend

Saturday was my first long run in three weeks. My leg is feeling about 80 percent. I stayed away from the hills, but managed to get in 17 miles in 3:07 -- average around 11 minute miles. UGH! I just can't seem to break those 11 minutes! BUT, I am blaming the total ass whooping that Kevin gave us on Tuesday. Holy shit. We did MAJOR hills for 20 minutes -- sprint up/easy down and these mother's where steep. The next few days my ass was killing me. Damn! I haven't been that sore in a looooong time. Freakin' hills. Anyway, I was still feeling Tuesday on Saturday, but still, it is starting to piss me off. My goal for Philly is to maintain a steady 10:30, which will put me at a 4:30 marathon.

Today was seriously very cool. Four members of our group were running the Fulton Century Half and Full Marathon. Pat, or what we like to call him, Fast Pat, was running the marathon. Kelle and Mary Ann were running the Half.

A group of us decided to get together and head to the race to cheer for our running buddies. We meet at 6:15 a.m. to make it to the 7 a.m. start and let me tell you, it was FREEZING. The wind was whipping and I was thanking God I was not running, but cheering. We see them off and head out to find a good spot to cheer. It wasn't hard. This race is extremely small, therefore, there isn't a lot of....ummmmm.....extra's? Meaning, traffic isn't stopped, the mile markers are little white arrows marked on the shoulder of the road and little to no spectators. It would be a very lonely marathon for a lot of people.

We find the water stop between mile 5 and 6. No one was there so all of us decide to start filling the cups and sort of took over. Good thing because none of the volunteers showed up. Oh, wait! One did, but she was supposed to direct the runners around the orange cone that was 10 ft. around the corner. The course coordinator was there to make sure no one cheated and just turned right at the stop sign. HA! He was a great guy. There we were screaming, clamoring our cow bells, holding our signs and having a ball. It was so much fun!! I screamed so much I started to lose my voice!

We received a lot of smiles and thank you's. It was a great feeling. We saw all our friends come in and run a great race. I couldn't be prouder of all of them. They are truly an inspiration.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Indian Lake 2009

Back from our annual trip to Indian Lake in the Adirondacks. It was exactly what the doctor ordered to get the soul and mind replenished. The picture above is what greeted us each morning.

The dogs did great, which is no surprise because they are greyhounds! I am sorry, maybe I am a little bias, but greyhounds are awesome travelers. We did have one little scare on our last day. We were walking the dogs down the road back to the cabin when across the street I see the neighbor get out of his truck with his Sheep dog, Percy. Percy, didn't like seeing other dogs in his neighborhood and made a bee line right over Route 30 to us. Now, my gut instinct told me Percy wasn't coming over to play. His stance and the look in his eye was not of, "hey neighbors!" I reacted without even thinking about it and put Sophie and Maggie behind me, stood in the road in an aggressive stance and was saying "NO" in my God voice while trying to maintain eye contact with Percy. Meanwhile, Percy's owner came running over yelling, PERCY, PERCY!! Percy wasn't listening. Finally, he was able to get Percy by the collar and said "sorry" and went back across the street. How none of us were not creamed by a truck or car still amazes me. Anyway, we headed back to the cabin no worse the wear so I could change my pants.

Here are a few of my favorite pictures:



I love the look on this duck's face! He is like a bad ass with feathers.
John, looking utterly adorable.


Sophie looking bored shitless.


One of the sad thing we are coming to realize is that Maggie may not be joining us next year because this hiking was too much for her little old lady legs. It was like she had the will, but her back legs didn't not want to work. Once, we had to carry her back to the cabin because she just couldn't get her back legs to work. After much needed rest, she was fine, but the hiking was just too much for her. Makes me so sad.

Oh, and I didn't run at all. Nope. Have no excuse other than I didn't want to! So there! Better get my ass in gear because Philly will be here before I know it. Crap.