Circle30

Katrina.

2010-09-03T17:16:00.000-05:00

Remember her?
Believe it. That was five years ago.
The death, devastation and especially the images of it all remain some of the most unbelievable I had ever seen in newspapers, or online, which is likely why The Dallas Morning News won a Pulitzer Prize for their images.
I spent this week riveted to the TV between CNN and The Weather Channel, watching Hurricane Earl and Fiona, and Gaston (??) form in the Atlantic and head for the East Coast.
Watching, but not being part of the news process is difficult. It's like being all dressed up with no place to go.
That's OK. The search for a job continues, and I'll keep getting dressed up, regardless whether I have a place to go or not.

Entrepreneurial journali$m

2010-08-31T13:52:00.000-05:00

It's expensive.
I bought a new printer today that scans, copies and faxes in full color because the straight-up fax machine was cheaper, but the ink cartridge is, by far, almost more than the fax machine once you buy three inkjets.
So, now, I have two printers, one that does all the above, and another one that scans, copies and prints photographs.
Technology.

Didn't see it coming

2010-08-30T13:48:00.000-05:00

"Mija, no llores enfrente de ellos."
That means, "My daughter, do not cry in front of them."
It was as if my mom came down from heaven and was standing over my shoulder when my former executive editor told me the news.
I have to remind myself of the last day I worked as a newspaper reporter, just so that I can gauge someday where I have been for when I arrive exactly where I want to be.
It wasn't expected, for sure, that I would be alerted that I was being laid off and my last day would be in a week.
In a way, that was really a godsend -- I was too busy writing stories to think anymore about whether or not my time was up.
I was a victim of the McClatchy policy -- last in, first out. My departure was their sixth layoff at the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. There were no rumors this time, and only 15 of us walked out the doors.
I am thankful that I was busy -- too busy to really wonder whether or not we would have cuts again, so I am glad that I was so engaged in my job, which I loved.
Just coming off a two-story Sunday package on domestic violence, I immediately started researching another story that I had hoped to write and get in the paper within two to three weeks. (A luxury these days to have that much time, but that's a different blog post). So when I was called in Thursday afternoon, Aug. 5, I was shocked.
So, there were no tears, really, just a lot of anger. Whether it was my mom, or my dad, that's good, because six weeks of severance won't pay for a pity party. There's bills and a mortgage to be paid.
The outpouring so far from friends and former colleagues has been really amazing, astonishing, every possible adjective out there to describe greatness, really.
The best thing that has happened to me so far is to find out that there are lots, I mean LOTS of journalism jobs out there.
That's the best news out of all of this, that there's still journalism jobs out there for those of us who just can't and choose not to walk away.
That gives me hope for the free world.

"Punch me in the face if you want, but I promise, things will work out."

2010-08-27T12:44:00.000-05:00

Wise words from my pal, Monique Miller.
All this extra time between looking for jobs made me reflect and realize a few things.
The last day I was employed as a professional journalist, Aug. 13, 2010, came 25 years and one day after I walked across the stage at Texas Woman's University in Denton to receive my bachelor's degree.
How ironic was that?
Needless to say, the coincidence took my mind back to certain points throughout my career and life since 1985. I quickly thought about the words of advice I have heard from friends and colleagues since Aug. 13:
--"Your career does not define you."
--"This was not because of something you did."
--"It wasn't personal, but financial. A business decision."
--"Everything happens for a reason."
--"Punch me in the face if you want, but I promise, things will work out." (thanks, precious).
--"I'm here for you." (My God, I'm in awe of you all).
And all of you were right! Thank you for helping me keep my spirits up. You have no idea how much you have helped me.
In two weeks, I have found two contract/freelance opportunities that mean paychecks until November. Both in journalism.
My glass is, as always, half full.
To recap: Jobs applied for so far: Six. Three in print journalism; one in broadcast; two wire services.
So, happy Friday. I'm taking the rest of the day off to work on my tan.

This just in...

2010-08-26T23:45:00.000-05:00

Ah, pings and clicks, how I love thee.
"Ping" is the sound when the e-mail goes off on the iPhone, alerting new mail.
"Click" is the sound the screen button should make when one checks mail or applies online for jobs. Both have led to two job opportunities, today!
I will begin a fill-in editing job on The Dallas Morning News Metro Desk on Sept. 13, lasting at the very least four weeks, at the most maybe three months. So grateful.
Plus, friends at ESPN.com have hooked me up for some freelancing possibilities.
These are very nice detours on the journey to the next job.
Networking all these years is paying off with job tips and well wishes filled with love and care from friends.
So far, five jobs applied for in print, radio broadcast and wire services.
There's really a lot more out there in journalism than I thought.
Friday will be two weeks since the layoff; I remain optimistic, especially with at least three months of guaranteed work secured.
Gracias.

iPhone woes and other stuff

2010-08-25T11:54:00.000-05:00

If you have an iPhone 3G, think very carefully before you do, and make sure you have ALL DAY to do it.
I updated my little 8GB and it did take a little more than an hour -- it took five hours, in fact, tying up both iPhone and laptop, taking precious time in the job search.
My jury is still out on whether or not I'll like iPhone 4.0, but I will say that the e-mail application grouping multiple emails from people is kinda cool. Online reviews say they'll work great for a few days, then the iPhone will crash. Oh goodie. Can't wait for that, I guess AT&T will get their way when they force me to buy a new phone because the update won't take on mine.
DFW Metro runners, swimmers and cyclists?
Went to have dinner with the running team recently, and the girls I hung out with are now training for triathlons. The pressure was on. I don't have a road bike, plus I freak out in open water, so there's two reasons I can't start training for a tri. I'll stick to the pavement.

Unemployment, Day Two

2010-08-17T12:51:00.001-05:00

The pets are confused.
Niki the dog is happy, of course, because her person is home and she doesn't have to worry about when she'll be home, but Stevie the cat is suspicious.

On today's agenda: Apply for jobs, return emails to concerned colleagues and friends, and sift through tons of job leads from those same wonderful people.
Even my niece sent me a job lead at USAA in San Antonio.
I applied for unemployment benefits for the first time ever yesterday, that was a trip.
As I ponder unemployment and how long I might be this way, things are starting to fall apart in the house. The living room ceiling fan is broken, there are cracked tiles in the entry way, and the tree out front needs to be chopped down because is slopes closer to the house each summer. Cha-ching, dammit. Man!

Unemployment, Day One

2010-08-16T12:17:00.001-05:00

Circle 30s journey changes again.
In an interesting and abrupt move, the Star-Telegram laid me off last week. I say interesting and abrupt because I didn't see it coming, and neither did my colleagues. Something about being lulled into a false sense of security.
I was just too busy writing stories to really be afraid about it anymore.
Well, I think a few things: 1). I need to find a job fast, so I don't really have time to curl up in a fetal position and cry about it. I really don't, and thank God, I can't. And 2). There's no point in expending that energy on whys, so find a job.
There's an amount of anger that happens when you get called into the boss' office. While you are waiting for something completely different than what ends up being said, in that split second, your mind gives you two choices: get mad, or cry.
I got mad. Thank you Jesus.
So with these latest developments, while I look for a job, I'm going to train for a half marathon. It will keep me away from the computer, clicking on the "check mail" button.
Today is my first day unemployed. I continue applying for unemployment online (this takes some time, I see), and I have already applied for three jobs. By the end of the day, I'll have four miles logged.
Today, on Unemployment, Day One, I hurry up and wait, ponder finding jobs, while I walk, run and write about it.
So if you are an old reader of Circle30, the journey has changed again. If you are a new reader, welcome. Tell me about yours.

I'm calling it Walk-Run, Eat Right.

2010-04-05T22:06:00.000-05:00

So the verdict is in -- I lost three pounds the first week of Walk-Run, Eat Right.
That's taking my breakfast, lunch and two snacks to work EVERYDAY. It's hard.
I decided to call it something else instead of a "diet" or a "diet and exercise program." It's just life for me, what I have to do to keep the numbers down on the scale and those health numbers where they need to be.
I like how it sounds.
The soreness is starting to feel good, and anyone who has trained knows exactly what I'm talking about, that hurts-so-good feeling.
I had an adjustment on my neck and back today with the chiropractor, the first of twice-monthly appointments as long as insurance pays for it.
I feel like I'm getting into my zone.

Monday's workout

2010-03-30T13:07:00.000-05:00

So Monday was a great day in Dallas-Fort Worth. It was just the right weather in the morning -- 50s, and when I hit my new path -- a four-mile stretch roundtrip that takes me an hour -- and began with left turns.
Going through neighboring subdivisions is good because there isn't a whole lot of traffic and no big stops to make to wait for the cars to fly through.
My intense walk of four miles in one hour left me appropriately tight in the legs and thighs, which is a great way to start back up.
I have to stay away from kicking myself about how I let that PF get me out of shape again. As the doctor said, there's always the gym, and he's right. I've been paying for months and not going.
But there's something about the road and the iPod that can't be duplicated on a treadmill or an excercise bike.
I move forward, inching my way toward the San Antonio Rock 'n Roll Marathon and the half, in November.

Ever hit that "next blog" button?

2010-03-29T22:53:00.000-05:00

I may be new to the party, but I have never clicked that "next blog" button.
Surprisingly, it took me to other running and training blogs, then it took me to one that has a picture of a huge cross with Jesus on it, blood oozing from his hands and head.
It made me think of another journey that I have taken on and off for my 47 years.
Faith.
Funny how that just came up on Holy Week.
Maybe I'll go to church on Friday. And Sunday.

Good Monday morning

2010-03-29T08:37:00.001-05:00

Just got back last night from a weekend in Los Angeles for an association board meeting that I serve on. The weather was beautiful. I did not. Take running gear, and after seeing the hills, I'm kinda glad I didn't.
I wasn't able to really watch my food intake very well -- stuck in meetings, no choice in foods they served, latenights and early mornings, etc. How did those excuses sound? Yeah, lame.
The truth is, it takes a lot of planning to get on a well-balanced diet, just like it takes for a training program. Both need the commitment to make them work in tandem.
I used to think if I signed up for a program and an event, I'd force myself into it. Well, that only worked once, and the last time I tried it, I got injured. But the first time I leapt into it as a new way of life, I changed my life -- lost 35 pounds and ran a half marathon and my first 26.2.
I've tried to go back there, to that place. Maybe I've thought about it all wrong.
I told MotownstepmomRunnerGirl that it's like trying to re-create the best time, like a party. You can't. But, you can hope to get as close as possible, with nearly the same results.
That is my quest, today.

"Kirstie Alley's Big Life"

2010-03-23T23:37:00.002-05:00

I'm a little behind on TV -- I just caught Kirstie Alley's new show, it's supposed to chronicle her weight loss journey -- again.
I feel kind of sleazy saying 'again' like I'm judging her. Not even!
She talked about the struggle -- going from 118 pounds when she first started acting to gaining 12 pounds in a pregnancy which she lost, and the media called her "fat" then, after gaining pregnancy weight, and losing the child.
She weighed in Sunday for the world to see -- 230 lbs and she wants to go down to 140. That's a 90-lb loss. Especially for a woman who talks so much about how she LOVES to eat. I will just shut up about the 15-pound loss I'd like to see happen for me...
When asked by her handyman why she wants to lose weight, Alley thought about it. Nothing to do with health so much, she said.
She talked about how she hates "feeling" how she feels when she is fat, and how she can't stand to look at her pictures from a show or magazine calling her out about her weight. Plus, she said, the Papparazzi always seems to photograph her in the most AWFUL angles as well.
And we think we have it bad, being embarassed by our weight, struggling to lose it.
At least we don't have to do it in front of the media.

Time

2010-03-19T14:09:00.000-05:00

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Tough week

2010-03-19T14:02:00.000-05:00

It's Friday, but it's been a tough week.
And it isn't getting any better.
My weekend has become a working weekend, thank goodness that at least I'll have Sunday to do a run-workout with friends, and spend most of the day alone with Peggy.
Jeep cost $1,100 to repair.
Region Conference fell into my lap.
Stevie the cat is difficult and won't eat, so then I can't give him his insulin shot. He is about to cost me tons of money. Again.
The phone call I am waiting on won't come.
I can't wait to get back out on the road with my running shoes and my iPod.

Which is right? Or what works?

2010-03-19T00:03:00.002-05:00

I spend a lot of time thinking about my workouts, how I'm going to do them, how I'll journal them, all these different things about them.
With that, I think about how I'll record them -- should I journal the old fashioned way? Should I do it here on the blog? Should I do another blog just for fitness?
No. I'm not a fitness expert. I'm just somebody who constantly has to work at fitness. Constantly, so I can fit into my clothes, and feel comfortable in my skin.
Regardless, I have to document this journey, this neverending quest to be and stay fit.

Getting ready to spring forward

2010-03-13T14:20:00.000-06:00

I am so glad that spring is here. My Bradford Pear is blooming, and it's gorgeous!
Of course, spring means that soon, I will be blogging about how I wish it would stop raining, and how I am taking cover from tornadoes, etc., but I'll wait until that happens before I start to complain.

Although we will lose an hour tomorrow, I can really get into my favorite part of the day, working out between 7-8 a.m.
Today, I did a new walking route -- I chose to stay on the right side of the road (sidewalk) going with traffic so that I wouldn't have to stop too much along the way for the streetlights. I went through neighborhoods and watched all the kids playing in the street. They were on inline skates, quad skates, skateboards, playing street hockey, riding their bikes.
It reminded me of my neighborhood growing up, except my current neighborhood is very multicultural. I grew up in a Latino neighborhood, and I live in Ground Zero of the Rainbow Coalition. It makes me smile when I see all the kids playing together.
So the route was 45 minutes, except I found another way I can go to give myself the extra 15 minutes to do the complete 4 miles.
But 3.5 isn't bad. And I think I am in love with my shoes.
Support this morning provided by Gloria Estefan, U2, Robin S, Modest Mouse, Bruce Springsteen, Howie Day, Madonna. Gracias a todos.
Have a great weekend.

Focus...

2010-03-09T19:02:00.000-06:00

...to get to the beauty.
The journey isn't really that long.
That is my mantra as I get back into this routine.

Feet and shoes

2010-03-06T23:22:00.002-06:00

I catch a lot of hell from people who think it's odd that I take pictures of my shoes, and my feet.
I take them from above, looking down at them.
Boots. Flip flops. Sandals. Skates. Barefoot. On the wood floor. Concrete. Sand.
It's not that I want to brag on my feet, which some have said kind of look like hands, but that's another story.
My shoes aren't that hip, either -- nephew Philip thinks I have really weird taste in shoes and laughs uncontrollably when he sees most things I wear, particularly the burgandy Keens.

Then, there's niece, Marisa, who thinks AL (Aunt Liz) is just weird about her feet. ... and has weird taste in shoes.
But when I take pictures of my feet, it's not necessarily about the shoes. It is a reminder about what they have done for me, physically, yes, but especially mentally.
With no experience, except a daily routine of walking one hour before work, everyday for a few months, a $20 pair of Adidas that I bought at Costco, and some encouragement from friends, my feet got me through to the finish line at the White Rock Half Marathon in December 2006.
I'll never forget those shoes -- I can't. A reminder is the split big toenail on the right foot, and the reason I got fitted for running shoes.
The next pair -- Asics -- got me through another half marathon, and my first and only full marathon. I'll never get rid of those shoes. They are the Circle 30 shoes you see on this blog.
My feet led the way to four other events, with three other pair of Asics, and a pair of Brooks.
And last week, I brought home my new pink Asics I wrote about Friday. They are sweet, and make my feet feel awesome. I don't think I'll ever run in any other pair again.
I have high hopes again for that new pair, and yes, my feet, too.

'...oh, we're halfway there...'

2010-03-05T08:07:00.004-06:00

The week of starting over was not really complete-- I still haven't tried my new shoes.
Part of the routine is finding the balance between work and personal. This was a week of 10 or 11- hour days, and this morning, it was fog from a dose of cherry Tussin cough syrup with codeine.
So let's see: food intake wasn't bad -- lots of fruit, veggies, proteins, scheduled snacks, limited alcohol. No greasy fast foods.
Sleep-- not so good. I realize I do need 8 hours. I stay up too late. Gotta change that. I work out best between 7-8 a.m.
I can think about it, write it down and get ready for it, but until I live it, really totally, I'm just halfway there.
I am hearing Bon Jovi in my head.
Halfway is better than nothing, today that's how I feel.
I'm living on a prayer, lots of them.
So next week will and can only be better.

Exercise, whatever form you can

2010-03-03T15:18:00.002-06:00

I can't say I had "good form" when I did about 75 percent of a roller derby tryout for a news story on the Dallas Derby Devils late last year.
But what I did find that I had was a lot of muscle memory.
Although I hadn't been running ever since the inaugural San Antonio Rock 'n' Roll Marathon, where I ran the half, getting tossed around with the roller girls didn't result in a lot of leg pain. Although it did take at least three months for my right shoulder to stop hurting...
Rollerskating is a really good cardio sport. I personally prefer the quad skates because I can balance easier.
When the weather outside is miserable, go to the skating rink. As it was in high school, going skating is still pretty cheap, and for me, skating the track for two hours felt a lot like running a 10K.

No excuses

2010-03-03T01:30:00.001-06:00

I just learned I have the capability to post to this blog from my iPhone. I guess there really is no excuse. Wondering about loading pix now.

Circle 30 gets a makeover

2010-03-02T17:46:00.001-06:00

Thanks to MotownRunnerGirl, who gave Circle 30 a makeover.
We are conspiring to begin new eating and training plans to blogs near you.
Stay tuned.

Starting over?

2010-03-01T14:49:00.001-06:00

I don't even know if I know how to do this anymore, but here it goes -- I had my yearly physical today and the first thing my doctor asked me was if I was training for anything. Answer was, 'no, but I want to be.' He asked what I was waiting for? He wants me to lose 10 pounds and get back on track. He's a runner, too. I gues that's what was left, an order from the doctor. I guess I'll just look at it that way.
But really, I was only ever centered when I was running and training for something. So, as I get ready to work a night shift tonight, I'll wear my Team in Training workout shirt, my running shoes, and maybe I'll work on a running plan. There's time for a half marathon somewhere this summer.

My five personal obsessions

2009-08-25T22:55:00.002-05:00

I got this from the new MotownStepmomRunnergirl post of today:

My five obsessions:

1. God, Jesus and my faith. i love talking to God, Jesus and Mary twice a day, everyday.

2. my community -- my partner, sisters, brother, their families, my friends.

3. how can i matter? this is my work in progress.

4. exercise/training and how/when i'm going to do it. i miss the zone -- that alpha state where nothing but you and the wind in your face exists. because of injury i haven't experienced it for a while, and now that i'm better and about to start a program, i'm CRAZY for it, i crave it!

5. the next move or phase or level -- what is it for me? that consumes a lot of my time because i'm tired of working toward 'it.' i've been through enough dress rehearsals. BRING IT!

So think about what yours might be. I found mine interesting once I read them.

Because Christy told me to

2009-08-24T21:36:00.003-05:00

Hello.
My pal Christy told me that I need to start blogging again -- just like I need to start training again.
The two are crucial parts of my psyche, I think, especially since Christy pointed out to me that running and blogging keep me 'right.'
So, this is a test to see if I can, indeed, get back to where I once was.
I'm about to begin another training program, and frankly, another journey.
As to the journey, your guess is as good as mine -- I am fixin' to go through some ch-ch-changes.

New post

2008-12-17T22:27:00.002-06:00

Wow, it's been a long time.
Writing this now, I feel almost like going home.
When I blog, it's watering and feeding my soul.
Maybe that will help me over the hurdle before me right now?

I haven't been running because I injured an old/fresh injury doing the San Antonio Rock 'N Roll half marathon on Nov. 16. I'll see the doctor on Christmas Eve.

Blogging and running. It centers me and maybe that's why I'm off center right now.

Anyway, hopefully by the time someone stops by to read this blog I haven't updated in months, I'll have some new, fresh posts.

New shoes

2008-08-20T01:14:00.003-05:00

I opted for a pair of new shoes. Introducing the Brooks women's Adrenaline GTS 8.
I can't wait to try them out!

What a job

2008-08-15T12:12:00.002-05:00

My pal 5ksandcabernets has a great link to this story about measuring the Olympic marathon route.
Check this out.

rain and cool temps

2008-08-15T11:17:00.002-05:00

Good thing I got the run in last night. It rained this morning.
Did you know that rollerskating for two hours feels like running a 10K?

Self-medicating

2008-08-14T19:35:00.004-05:00

My foot still hurts.
Calves are sore.
My lower back is aching.
To hell with the doctors. I'm running anyway!
Cheers to good wine, Advil and exercise. The three usually do the trick anyway.
Motion is lotion, so I'm hitting the streets.
Three months to the San Antonio Rock N Roll Marathon.
Yeah, I'm doing the half.
Since it's 17 weeks out from White Rock, maybe I can follow 5ksandcabernets' sked and pull off 26.2 before the year is up? Just as long as he doesn't make me run intervals at his speeds.
Dude, you run too fast!

You go, girl!

2008-07-07T07:31:00.002-05:00

It's a great day when a 41-year-old woman sets a U. S. Olympic Swim Team record AND is going to the Olympics with a team that is at least half her age.

He's not a baby anymore!

2008-07-03T08:56:00.008-05:00

He looks like a bad ass, but he's just a big guy. With a big heart.
This is my sister Becky's baby boy.
He never smiled much as a little kid, unless he was up to something, or you stared at him long enough, then he'd turn bright red and blast you with a smile.
I remember seeing the top of his head quite a bit when he ran past me. Mischievious is a good word to describe him for most of his childhood.
He grew up. Today, he is in training to be a fireman.
Perfect!
Happy birthday, Philip!
Thanks for being a good boy, a great kid, and an awesome young man -- to your mom and dad, and the rest of your family. And especially, thanks for wanting to hang out with your Auntie Liz (you know, the one who gave you your first Starbucks experience). I love you very much and am very proud of the man you are becoming.
Now get in gear and send me some real pictures and ones that I don't have to steal off of your MySpace?

Boy, it's hot

2008-07-02T13:33:00.002-05:00

Despite the fact that I still have planter's fasciitis, I did a 4-mile and change run-walk this morning.
I only limped for the last mile, but hey, no pain, no gain (I'm going to the running doctor next week).
The morning was good, but hot; I'm probably going to have to get the fuel belt out because one bottle of water just didn't cut it in the 80-plus degree heat at 8:30.
Gotta give a shout out to Billy Bob Joe Ray, the passenger in the blue Chevy pickup, who yelled something incoherent and threw a flip-flop at me as I ran this morning. Bet yer mamma taught you that, ya hillbilly fucker.

Have a nice day, y'all.

Why I run (tagged a while back)

2008-07-01T23:00:00.004-05:00

I have been, as military folks would say, AWOL. Life has been one big SNAFU lately (not sure why I am talking in acronyms)...
I've really been enjoying reading MotownRunnerGirl's blog lately. Welcome back! !Bienvenidos! It's about freaking time...
Anyway, I read her blog before I came to do her bidding (she tagged me again, this time so did 5ksandcabernets, both on the same thing).
Things have been a little hectic these past few weeks, so I try to remember a recent post of hers that began, "Good morning, It's so nice to be here!!"
Well, by the time you read this, I'll be sending those very vibes...
I've been looking forward to answering these questions about why I run. Let's begin:
1. How would you describe your running 10 years ago?
Nonexistent. I used to like to say that I only ran when chased.

2. What is your best and worst run/race experience?
Best: The feeling after completing my first full marathon the Rock 'N Roll Marathon in San Diego. It was, by far, the hardest thing, but also the best thing, I have ever done. I cried like a baby crossing the finish line. All that hard work, the training, the fundraising, the injuries. The time sucked (see below) but I finished and got my medal. Best overall time, the 2007 White Rock Half Marathon: 2:43.
Worst: The 2007 Austin Half Marathon and the introduction of the IT band issues I still have today. Also, the time for my first marathon: 6:57. UGH.
3. Why do you run?
Because I love to eat.
Because I am free and get an out-of-body experience when I reach the runner's high.
Because I want to live long and healthy and experience everything that life has to offer -- the good and the bad.

4. What is the best or worst piece of advice that you've been given about running?
Best: Get fitted for shoes.
Worst: It's OK to wear cotton. No, it really isn't.

5. Tell us something surprising about yourself that not many people would know.
I'm a freak on race day. I can't sleep the night before and generally can't eat very well, either, because I'm so nervous. I wake up at a horribly early hour, do a lot of pacing and I HAVE to shower before a race.

Here's how this one works: Answer five questions about your running on your own blog.
At the end of your blog post, tag five other people and post their names.
Go to their blogs and leave a comment telling them they've been tagged and to look at your blog for details. When they've answered the questions on their own blog, they come back to yours to tell you.

OK. I know very few runners who visit Circle30, including 5ksandcabernets, Motown and Christy ... so Christy, it's up to you.

Planter's fasciitis

2008-06-09T08:23:00.000-05:00

I can describe this sensation in three words.
Ouch. It hurts.

Fruit Loops and coffee

2008-06-08T10:54:00.003-05:00

Sunday morning breakfast of champions.
I can't remember when I have just made coffee, poured myself some cereal (my childhood favorite), read the paper and just watched priceless reruns like 'Mad About You' in my pajamas.
It's a partly cloudy day, the wind is blowing, and the dog and cat are outside, sunning on the deck.
It's hard to decide which of us is having the better time today.

On this day in 2007...

2008-06-03T22:38:00.002-05:00

I ran my first marathon.

This is the week...

2008-06-02T11:27:00.002-05:00

To decide on a running program.
To get my knees 'tweaked' by the doctor.
To sign up for the marathon in November.

Speaking of heroes

2008-06-01T01:32:00.000-05:00

MotownRunnerGirl, my inspiration, is doing The Nation's Triathlon in September. It's her first tri. Go to her blog and click the link that says Click here to Save Lives. Or go here.
She'll be cycling, swimming and running, raising money for blood cancer research for Team in Training. Her honored hero is her cousin Kenito's wife, Daniela. You can read Daniela's story here.

Motown talked me into trying out running back in 2006. I never thought I could do it, run a half, much less a full marathon, but she kept telling me I could, so I guess I did.
So, readers of Circle30, check out her blog and her link. It's a good cause and your donations are tax deductible.

All of us, at one time or another, have been touched by cancer of all forms. Every little bit helps out. Hopefully one day every Team in Training participant will just be running for the fun of it, instead of trying to raise money to find cures for blood cancers.
Until then, as we say, "Saving Lives One Mile At A Time."
Good luck, Motown.

Wanda Whompya and her Skates of Truth

2008-05-31T23:59:00.000-05:00

When Staci left Dallas a few weeks ago, she took Wanda Whompya with her -- kicking and screaming, I hope.
Anyway, I promised readers of Circle30 that I'd continue the story of my friend Staci and how I became a HUGE roller derby fan again, and how Wanda Whompya and her Skates of Truth became my hero.
My love of roller derby isn't a new thing, really. I used to watch it with my dad when I was a kid. It was something he and I did together. We'd go to the wrestling matches at the Municipal Auditorium on Wednesday nights, and on Saturday nights, we'd watch a horror movie and then roller derby, without fail. (This was before I started driving and spending weekend nights out and about).
I met Staci after she moved to Dallas last year to work at my former newspaper. It wasn't long afterward that our core group of friends who hung out was introduced to Wanda Whompya. We started going to see her bouts. She skated for Assassination City Roller Derby. She was a Lone Star Assassin.
Today's derby is not like I remember it growing up. Girls in fishnet stockings, mini skirts, tattoos. Knee, elbow, wrist pads. Helmets. Mouth guards. Crowds of fans in attendance. BYOB as long as it's cans.
It's pretty sweet seeing girls on skates kick ass up close and personal. How I wish my dad could have been seated on the second row with me (because chances are good a rollergirl will knock your lights out if you sit on the first row) to watch Wanda. He'd be tickled, especially doing shots with her afterward at Lee Harvey's.
So Wanda and I got pretty close. She tried and tried to get me to try out for derby. I came close, I have a sweet pair of skates that rival my best running shoes. Two hours of skating feels like running a 10K! Rollerskating is great cross-training for runners, you just have to, like the ACDerby people say, watch your head -- and feet and knees and ankles and arms, etc.
Wanda's a tough broad who fights fair, watches your back and is as loyal as the day is long.
Kinda like Staci.
I'm not convinced this was really a relocation for Wanda. Or Staci. It's just a detour.
So Staci/Wanda gave me some goodies before they left Texas. There was a message in the bag.
Inside was purple fishnet stockings, a black skull bandanna, knee highs with guns blazing (ode to the LSA's), Band-Aids and candy roller derby girl cigarettes.
What might she be trying to say?!
Wanda, you're friends and fans will miss you. Derby won't be the same without you, and you won't be forgotten. I'm hoping you can come, visit and guest skate or something, have a Lee Harvey's burger, a shot of tequila and a Tecate.
I await word on your next team and vow to fly wherever I need to go to see you skate again.

Here's, rather, cheers, to Wanda Whompya and her Skates of Truth.
Oh, and take care of that bony shoulder.
xoxox, MUAH. :-*

Quick catch up

2008-05-27T11:22:00.006-05:00

A very busy Memorial Day weekend, folks.
Friday night: Flew into Denver, rented a car and drove to Florence, Colo., for a bachelorette party for my friend Paula, who is getting married at the end of June (wrote about this earlier).
Saturday: Whitewater rafting at Royal Gorge. Awesomely beautiful. The water was frigid, but it was one of the most fun things I have ever done.

We didn't lose anyone -- meaning, not one of the girls in the party fell out of the boats. We took up two of them.
Sunday: Drove to Denver and Evergreen, Colo. Evergreen looks just like it sounds.
Monday: Ran the Bolder Boulder 10K, then flew back to Texas Monday night.
Tuesday: Work. Sigh. I'm really sleepy.
It was great seeing the girls, though. We don't all live in the same cities, but it's nice to be able to catch up where we left off. We cleaned up pretty good, too, after a day of rafting Royal Gorge.
Notable: Nailed the time I thought I would for a leisurely 10K -- 1:30. That's good, considering that I haven't run since the Austin Half Marathon in February. My IT bands are sore, especially the Austin knee (right one).
It should be interesting since I've got my eyes on the San Antonio RnR marathon in November. My training should officially start...about right now!

QoD: What are you training for?

So long...for now

2008-05-21T00:57:00.010-05:00

We had dinner and drinks tonight, and talked. ... This is someone who has become my friend -- one of my very best friends.
She's moving away this week.
I'm very sad. I want to acknowledge the moments we've shared.
Sorry, Staci, this is gonna be sappy...
You make me laugh, think, dream and allow me to chill in your presence.
You braved the cold in December to go cheer me on at the White Rock Half Marathon.
You match me drink for drink, and we enjoy TV, the couch and watching our dogs chill.
Niki will miss Skippy lots, and I will miss you more than you know.
You've brought me comfort and joy when I have and haven't needed it.

There was never any judgment, just the moment. From the beginning.
For readers of Circle30, more later on this. It's quite the story, and part of the journey.
But for now, I cry for the friend I'll miss, and just look forward for the times when we'll see each other and until then, my shot glass is empty until we fill it and toast again. To fun times, love. Always.
See. You. SOON.
I believe that.
xoxox, MUAH.

Third anniversary

2008-05-19T23:12:00.008-05:00

May nineteenth is a big day.

Congratulations to Sarah, who celebrates three years as a breast cancer survivor today, May 19.

I'll never forget that day three years ago when we spoke on the phone after a friend called to break the news to me. I called Sarah, and all we could do was cry. What else do you do when you find out someone you love has cancer?

Well, Sarah's tough as nails.

We ran the San Diego Rock 'n Roll Marathon together last year. I wore her name on my Team in Training bracelet as my hero.

Sarah, I hope where ever you are, you are thanking God and shaking your fists in the air in celebration of your life. Happy Breastfest III.

Godspeed.

A different way to celebrate

2008-05-19T13:09:00.004-05:00

As you can see, I'm trying to catch up on some blogging...
This weekend, I'll be attending a white-water rafting bachelorette party. My friend Paula is getting married next month. I am so glad she decided to do this instead of going to a strip club.
Seriously, how many half naked men does one need to look at and throw money at?
Anyway, here's to Paula and the girls who will be hitting the frigid Colorado water this weekend.
At least two of the about 12 of us are running the Bolder Boulder 10K on Monday.
That is if we aren't too sore. Or hung over!

That's Paula on the left. She's one of my 'girls.' We were doing what we do best -- shots -- during her last visit to Texas.

upcoming events

2008-05-19T12:55:00.003-05:00

oh, before i forget...
i'm considering training for another marathon, this one in november in san antonio, my hometown. any TNTers going to do the inaugural rock 'n roll san antonio?
lets do it!
this might be my last full, as i'm thinking of making the change to cycling or -- drum roll -- triathlons.
god help me.

QoD: when we run, are we really running from something, or is that just me?

it's been a while

2008-05-19T12:50:00.003-05:00

Greetings, Circle 30 visitors.
Lots going on lately, lots of change that I promise I'll write about this week.
Commenters to my last posting, thanks. Especially to anonymous, who made me think -- what am I running from?
Good question.
I'll have an answer later.

Free Association Thursday

2008-04-03T22:36:00.007-05:00

:-?
Imagine the above image was one of those Yahoo emoticons -- you know, the one that is looking skeptically, with its chin in its hand, eyebrows arching in question mode?
That's how I feel right now.
Welcome to Free Association Thursday.
Chick Happy Hour. I went tonight, seeing that I'm recently single (really about a month). I went with Kelly and Michele. I've known Michele almost 20 years or so. ... It is a non-organized group of single gay women and some couples who are either trying to set their friends up (enter Kelly and Michele) or reconnecting with old friends or making new ones. I met some couples. We bonded over marathoning. All was good, I didn't meet anyone. Thankyouverymuch.
Vodka. Skyy. It's really the only one to drink if you know you are having several cocktails. I totally believe in the special distillation and how it really doesn't give me a headache. OK. I really only had four drinks, so I'm OK. Seriously.
Dykes vs. Femmes. No question or contest. Sporty femme. I love being a woman. Which is why I love women!
Getting physical. (Again, I didn't meet anyone tonight...I am glad. Not ready yet). I miss being sore, so I'm ready to start running again. Just two more days...
Roller derby. I am seriously thinking of changing my training to consist mostly of roller skating. I am going online to find some good pads, so I can actually try out at the end of the year. Big maybe.
Want a piece of me?! I really feel like I need to have the shit beat out of me right now, in some way. I almost feel like I need to be sore, like I-just-ran-20-miles-sore. Could it be thoughts of penance? God. I just typed penance.

QoD: I've been out for more than 20 years ... Who do you know that has just come out? Are you there for them?! You better be.

wednesday night

2008-04-02T22:46:00.005-05:00

It was hump day, in every sense of the word.
Do you ever really think about the fourth day of the week (assuming Sunday is your first day)?
It was good.
Tuesday, a 'tag' sort of reawakened something in me. See this...
I spoke to Margarita and Marisa today.
But I spent this evening, drinking wine and having snacks, with Kevin.
We talked about running, our first marathons, how our bodies feel when we train, when we reach the runner's high.
It was a great evening at Zambrano's in downtown Fort Worth. He drank his cabernets, I drank the pinot noir.
Sweet.

P.S. I am going to run the San Antonio Rock 'N Roll Marathon on Nov. 16. Come do this full with me, someone?

QoD: Holy s@#t, do I really want to do another marathon??

Six word memoir

2008-04-01T17:42:00.005-05:00

OK. I was tagged by MotownRunnerGirl, via Blyfinn's blog, to play the "six word memoir" game. Here are the rules:

1) Write your own six word memoir
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere
4) Tag at least five more blogs with links
5) Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

"Life's short. Live in the moment!"

Now, I'm tagging Ty, Christy, Kevin, Anyone else who stops by and feels like posting their six word memoir/motto, please do so.

QoD: (Remember this?) Do you live in the moment?

Pic I promised

2008-03-07T01:44:00.004-06:00

OK. Late with a post.
But until there's another one, here's Christy and I after the race.
My knees still hurt, by the way.

P.S. Ty, congrats on your new fabulous management job at Crate & Barrell. Just start running.
MUAH. :-*

The first-timer

2008-02-19T08:08:00.003-06:00

Remember a few days ago I mentioned my friend, Christy (a.k.a. Running Into Myself or Runnerish) and that the Austin Half Marathon was her first event? Well read this, all about her first event.

I'm borrowing from MotownRunnerGirl, who let me post on hers before I started my blog.

Christy is awesome. She's got the classic runner's build. Several of us who know her have been waiting for her to break free. This was her chance to release the runner from within.

As soon as Christy e-mails me the pictures her fiance took of us before and after the race, one of us will post them.

Congratulations, Christy. YOU ROCK!

Hurts so good?

2008-02-19T07:48:00.003-06:00

Ugh. There isn't a spot on my body that isn't sore right now.
Two days after the half marathon, I am still limping (that right IT band); my quads are still screaming (that last hill...no, all the Austin hills); my shins (it ain't the shoes); and my lower back (probably still sore from helping someone move and all the driving I did between North and Central Texas last week).

There's The Big D Marathon and Half Marathon on April 6 (Dallas, all you Detroiters). Thinking that I could probably do the half.

Thinking about this now, as I said, two days after the half marathon I just did, it put a shirt that I saw at the Expo last weekend into perspective:

Running is a mental sport...we are all insane.

As soon as I recharge my camera, I'll post a picture of the shirt. And the other pics I took in Austin. There aren't many, as the weather was nasty.

QoD: Is there such a thing as too many running events to participate in? (Paging Coach Ken)

Shaved a bit

2008-02-17T11:01:00.001-06:00

2:52.04. That's seven minutes better than last year. I'll take it!

Austin Half Marathon 2008

2008-02-17T05:03:00.000-06:00

OK, folks. Go to www.attaustinmarathon.com, look for H549.
Hoping for better than 2:59.
The race starts at 7 a.m., Central time.
It's freaking cold right now.
It's one of those 'it's 42 degrees but feels like 39' days.
I am supposed to meet up with people this morning -- some TnT teammates and a former co-worker doing her first event (congrats, Christy, a.k.a. runnerish), but it might be a little dicey.
There's probably going to be 40,000 people at the corner of Congress and Cesar Chavez.
But the fireworks will send us off like they did last year, right, Motown?
I miss you this year, more than you could know, but maybe next year, you and Amy can be on either side of me as we cross the start together.
I'm still 100 percent sure we could never cross the finish together, but hey, we should try, right?
One mile at a time...
Go Team!

Yes, a post

2008-02-15T22:05:00.003-06:00

Lordy, lordy. It's been a while.
This post comes to you live, from Austin, Texas. On Sunday, I'll do the half marathon here again, this time without MotownRunnerGirl. WAH!
Take a trip down memory lane to see what happened last year.
I'll post more on Saturday once I head to the Expo.
I think I'll cover it like a journalist!

QoD: Do we like the question of the day? Seriously?

Relenting

2007-12-26T23:08:00.001-06:00

The Christmas update letters finally got to me, so I thought I'd write one, too.
It would have been nice to have mailed this before the holidays, but maybe it isn't too late?
Here goes:
If I were to use a journalistic method to summarize what 2007 was for me, it would be this:
Somewhere along this bumpy journey, between tremendous amounts of physical and emotional loss, I found myself.
Life isn't easy, I get that now.
I chose to challenge myself the best way I knew how -- I started running.
Along with the sore muscles, joints, ligaments and tendons, things started to change.
It became a healthy obsession, a need, eventually a want. I had to do it. I didn't feel good unless I did.
A few falls occurred, but I got back up.
I joined Team in Training, and they helped me achieve, but mostly, they gave me a reason to be. They taught me I should matter.
I trained and ran three half marathons and completed my first marathon -- 26.2 miles -- in June.
Twenty-six point two was the most amazing thing I have ever challenged myself with. I also raised, with the help of friends and family, more than $4,500 for blood cancer research.
That was very moving to me because so many people I loved were touched by cancer. It is evil.
There were other losses along the way, painful ones only time will heal.
But I will heal someday. So will the ones I love.
There's been lots of tears along the way. They still come. But because of people like you, I can endure them.
For people like you, I MUST endure them.
So if you are reading this, chances are you are part of the equation, a piece of the puzzle that, once put together, made the difference in my life.
I believe each of us is here for a reason. I'm not quite sure what mine is yet, but I'm here until I find out. Once I know, you'll likely read about it here.
Thank you for going with me on this journey. I couldn't -- and can't -- do it without you.

QoD: Why do you think are you here?

2007 Dallas White Rock Marathon

2007-12-09T00:27:00.001-06:00

No. 9252 is the lucky number.
Go here to keep track. Go Team!

QoD: What's your routine three days out from the race?

Image from www.runtherock.com

Ready to run

2007-12-08T14:36:00.000-06:00

Pasta party is tonight. I am already in full race mode -- trying but not being successful in getting enough sleep or food.
As much as I like to carb load, I can't seem to clean my plate.
It's been heavily chronicled in this blog that last year I did this alone. No team or running partner, no one cheering in the crowds. I like to say it was just me and God, as it had been when I trained myself for this race last year.
This year, buddies Staci, Clay and Ian have said they'll be at mile 10, handing me my last bits of fuel that I don't have room for on my person, and hopefully some water or a beer. So nice of them, as the race officials have started issuing warnings about humidity, heat exhaustion and unseasonably freaked out weather that is expected tomorrow. We're hoping Chicago's curse doesn't hit Texas.
I am hoping for the right amounts of energy for tomorrow.
I'm psyched about the race. Lunch with Eric and Buckle yesterday before the Expo was just what I needed. We talked about our first events, how emotional they were for us and what that feeling at the start line in the middle of the crowd at race start is like.
Electric. The sights, sounds, smells, it's all just amazing.
Can't really describe it, but between that and MotownRunnerGirl's chronicling of my first event, I think it's safe to say:

"...I'm ready to run,
I'm ready to run,
I'm ready to run,
I'm ready to run...ready to run...
ready to run...yeah I'm ready to run. I'm ready
Whoa I'm ready to run...I'm ready...I'm ready to run...
I'm ready to run...I'm ready
Oh I'm ready to run..I'm ready."
--The Dixie Chicks (uh huh, also on my iPod):

QoD: What's your big challenge right now and are you ready to run with it?

The Expo

2007-12-07T02:03:00.002-06:00

Went to packet pickup and the expo with Eric and Buckle, former colleagues and my local running inspirations.
Buckle, Eric and I went to the expo last year. It's a new tradition. It also gives me a chance to see my old buddies at my former newspaper.
This is funny. I am thinking about what things were like this time last year as I prepare for my event on Sunday.
When I did White Rock last year, not only was it my first event, but the first big thing I had ever done by myself.
Well, to say I did it alone isn't quite true. I was out there with a lot of people. I did start the race with some friends.
I crossed the finish line by myself and drove myself home. Like a big girl. Ha.
This time last year I had this, too, that got me through.
Can you believe it's been a year already?

QoD: Should 2008 be a year for out-of-town running trips?

Wha. what?!

2007-12-07T01:34:00.001-06:00

They said no iPods.
Don't.
Words like disqualification and danger and ... well, I don't care. I'm wearing mine.
I'm aware and appreciative of the run, of it all.
I may not be elite. You won't see me sail down that road at an 8-minute-mile pace (it's actually more than 12 on a really good day) but I'm a runner just the same.
I was motivated after reading this in the November issue of Runner's World.
I think my favorite is this one:
I AM A RUNNER because I know that despite my best efforts, I will always want more from myself. I will always want to know my limits so that I can exceed them.
That's by John Bingham's No Need For Speed column. Thanks.
==
So back to the music.
I have 169 songs on my iPod. About seven hours worth.
There are songs that have the word run in the titles. One with the word feet, another with the word heel.
Born to Run
Ready to Run.
Head Over Feet.
Head Over Heels.
Lots of alternative, rock, acoustic, dance.
All just my favorites that make my meditation during running so memorable sometimes.
They all have a purpose in my run.

QoD: What tunes get you through?

deja vu, kinda

2007-12-05T23:16:00.000-06:00

We had the biggest turnout tonight at Wednesday night run for the first send off for winter season Team in Training events.
The Wellstone Dallas White Rock Marathon is Sunday, the full starts at 8 a.m., along with the relay, and the half at 9, The full and half events have been sold out for weeks now.
NO IPODS.!!! That is another post before Sunday...
Tonight, the WRers did their three miles because we're tapering, while the Austin and Disney full runners did their five. I'll pick up the Austin half schedule next week in my attempt to keep busy.
Our hero Dave and his wife stayed late. They drove up in his new porsche, walked three miles and went to New York Pizza and Pasta with us. We had to pull eight tables of four together. Biggest group yet
We celebrated runners and the December birthdays. Lots of pizza, pasta and wine.
Dave was talking to us about how fast he's taken the Porsche -- 120 mph. He's got a radar detector that not only lets you know when the cops are around, it lets you know how many and where they are. He says she's a sweet ride.
Our winter season shirt says "This one is for Dave." Yep, it's his season. He is no longer in remission.
I've been nostalgic lately. Spiritual, too, but I am in memory mode.
Last year this time I was two months into running and suddenly going to run my first event, the one I'll do on Sunday.
I'm really doing this again for two reasons:
1) It was the first event, always special in my heart.
2)That first event for me, on Dec. 10, 2006, is the day Michael died.
I'll probably always do it for him.

QoD: What are your thoughts about your first event?

countdown to the race

2007-12-05T08:46:00.000-06:00

So the White Rock Marathon and Half Marathon is this Sunday.
Psychotic Texas weather will be 67 degrees at the start of the full.
May the water gods keep the liquids flowing.
I am running the half again, this time with the team.
Tonight we have the TNT sendoff and we'll talk about Pasta Party.
Look for another post tonight.
Races make me want to blog.

QoD: How do you keep blogging when everything in your life collides?

Image is from pegasusnews.com, 2006 poster.

My first Trot

2007-11-24T12:51:00.000-06:00

Hi friends!
Tell me that absence makes the heart grow fonder? I'm training again, so there will be lots of musings to write about.
The 40th Dallas Turkey Trot was Thursday. Yep, my first.
It was 38 degrees and windy.
My college buds Pam and Loretta talked me into doing the Trot with them and their daughter. Took my dog, Niki, who did the three miler with them and their dog, Snickers.
This was Niki's first event, and she did great!
Christy, aka Runnerish, ran with me, this was her longest mileage so far, as she's going to (hopefully) do the WR Half, too. Please register soon, C-Ro, will you? They are almost full.
I treated this as a dress rehearsal for the White Rock Half Marathon, which is in two weeks. A bit sore after the run. Did the 8 in just under two hours.
Afterward, Niki and I went with the girls to East Texas for a Thanksgiving feast with Pam and her family. We were surrounded by nature -- Zebras, Elk, Deer. This place used to be a nature preserve, so there were lots of animals just running free.
I'm thankful to be running free.

QoD (remember this?): How do you feel when you run free?

Image from www.thetrot.com

Cocoon

2007-10-31T00:19:00.001-05:00

My sister Becky gave me this box when I was a little girl.
Inside of it was a caterpiller, a white cylinder-looking thing (cocoon) and a book that explained metamorphosis and lifecycle changes. It had a picture of a Monarch butterfly at the very back.
The cocoon intrigued me.
I looked at it with wonder every time I held it.
Would it break open if I touched it too much?
Does the light affect it?
Why are there these two things and a book with pictures of butterflies?
Metamorphosis.
Once I knew what it meant, it intrigued me even more.
How is it that something can exist, stop, change and appear to be reborn?
Stages, science tells us. Lifecycle stages.
When the caterpiller begins to change, it is taken over by a silk that becomes a cocoon. The way I understand it is that the cocoon's purpose is to protect the Monarch until she is ready to emerge and fly.
I've walked into silk lately. Lots of friends have worked together to weave that layer of protection for me. I've needed it, and I thank you.
Wouldn't it be nice if when we went through lifecycle stages of change that we could emerge as beautiful as the Monarch?
It's not about the beauty, it's about the journey. Again.
It's a good thing I am buying new running shoes. This journey seems to have no end.

QoD: Who weaves your cocoon? And are you ready to fly?

Photo credits: University of South Dakota Web site on phenomena.

P.S. Ten miles last Saturday. Both IT bands are sore. Nine this Saturday. Soon, we head to White Rock for a few dress rehearsals before the big day, Dec. 9.

Snowflakes

2007-10-24T01:01:00.000-05:00

Andy's comment on my blog posting about loss has me thinking about snowflakes now.
He is so right, none are the same, they are all different.
It reminded me of the first time I saw a snowflake.
I was about nine years old. It never snowed much in San Antonio when I was growing up. They actually sent us home early from school so we could play in the snow -- before it melted.
I remember it was a Friday afternoon, likely in January or February. I remember telling my Mom that the yard looked like someone had spilled a bunch of raspas, or snowcone shavings, in the grass.
She laughed and said if I caught snowflakes in my hands, I'd notice that they are all different. Of course, I paid attention for a second, agreed, but never really noticed it. I just wanted to play before it became slush.
Years later, Mom crocheted snowflakes for our Christmas tree. She made four of them, for each kid. We each had one to hang, whichever one we grabbed first.
"Mom, they aren't the same," I told her.
With that mom look, she said, "Mija, they aren't supposed to be!"
It was Christmas 1991, seven months after Mom died, Daddy sat the four of us down at the house so we could divide up the Christmas decorations. This was Mom's favorite holiday.
Boxes and boxes of glass balls that my parents had collected through their 45 years of marriage.
Lights. Angels. Cheesy paper cutouts with glitter that each of us made through the years during school. The four snowflakes that my mother crocheted
years earlier.
I don't remember which of us said it, but it was noticed.
"None of these are the same." They are unique.
It's kind of like the four of us, I thought, as I sat next to my siblings, reminiscing with some tears about Mom and the decorations we sifted through.
You're right, Andy. There's no right answer for how to deal with loss. It's the memories that get us through, help us endure. Never forget.
So, it's really not about snowflakes, I guess. It's about people.
Thanks, Andy, for reminding me of the things my Mom would have said to me.
I am listening.

QoD: How many times have you thrown away cards or letters written to you by your parents?
(Well, stop it. I wished I would have saved one thing, anything, my mother wrote me.)

Find True North, runners!

2007-10-21T02:12:00.000-05:00

There's a monastery of cloistered nuns on my running route, not far from my house. It's just southwest from where I live.
The Discalced Carmelite Nuns, Arlington Carmel, don't know me, and I don't know them. But, in a sense, they are my True North, the place that I run to and past everyday for strength. That's where I get my energy from.
They are followers of St. Therese of Lisieux.
I ran Saturday morning, past Mt. Carmel, in anticipation of MotownRunnerGirl and her peeps, who will be running the half at the Detroit Marathon today.
Hopefully the sisters' influence on me, from 1,000 miles away from my northern friends, will help them out this morning.
I only did five (not my full nine because I've worked the past three nights and I've been waking up too late and without enough time to do the complete run and still chill before work). But when the Michiganders are running their race this morning, I'll finish my 'Saturday' run while I do a sympathy -- or envious, rather -- four right here in my hood, and toward my True North.
I'm going to have to visit the monastery someday. Maybe the sisters sing vespers at Christmas? They should. For the real True North.

P.S.: Northerners, good luck. And MRG, don't forget to post your times. Or eat that juicy burger with a big, cold beer. :-D

QoD: At what point did you realize True North was calling you? And did you listen?

(Pictures from above from carmelnuns.com. St. Francis, at bottom, is mine.)

One year later

2007-10-16T22:31:00.000-05:00

I’ve come full circle.
A year ago this month, I started running. Actually, I started walking. Then, it turned into running.
I ran in fog Tuesday morning. It was thick enough to slice. I wore black, so I felt I was among the clouds.
It was a bittersweet anniversary. Lots of loss right now, so I’m distracted. It makes it difficult to celebrate sometimes.
I had a meltdown Tuesday morning when I ran. Full-blown tears. I bet I looked pretty.
It’s the loss – personal and otherwise.
Coach Neil told me Saturday that I shouldn’t run the full White Rock Marathon in December because since I didn’t run for two weeks (vacation and board meeting), I’m behind in training.
He doesn’t think I can catch up without getting hurt.
I thought of that Tuesday morning when my shins started hurting about a mile into the run. My fault, I didn’t stretch or drink enough water last night. He’s probably right, I don’t want to listen, but I will.
Loss.
Maybe there’s a reason I have to do the WR half again.
Improve my time?
Keep tabs on my team?
Erase last year’s bad memory since it was the day Michael died?
I think a lot when I run. Tuesday was different. Way more intense.
Sometimes I don’t feel anything. It’s like floating. It’s just me and the music.
And too much time to think.

I get too flooded with things in my head.
I miss my best friend.
No WR full this year.
C lost the baby. She was more than half way along.
I miss Michael.
I miss my family.
What the hell am I doing with my life.
See? No rhyme or reason, it just rolled in, like the fog. Right into my head.
Sorry I’ve been away. I think now you probably know why.
I’m a little distracted.

New to the blog: I want to pose a question of the day. It could morph into a thought, but right now I’m into questioning.

QoD: How do you learn to live with loss?

Think about it, and answer, please.
And thanks for reading.

Mexico

2007-09-28T16:03:00.000-05:00

Sept. 22-28, 2007
SAYULITA, Nayarit, Mexico -- Ah.
Hola, amigos! Que bonita esta la playa aqui en Mexico!
Sorry, folks. Thinking and dreaming in Spanish for six days is a beautiful thing.
Brenda, Deb, Sarah and I have been staying in a really awesome house high above a village about 40 minutes due somewhere from Puerto Vallarta.
We helped Sarah celebrate her 52nd birthday on Monday (Sept. 24). The week has been full of great times, food and drink.

The four of us have noticed that the people of Sayulita love dogs. There are lots of them and they like to comb the beaches with the people. There are very few cats, and they seem to only come out at night.
What is great about this place is that there are mostly locals here -- they might not all be native Mexicans. They hail from somewhere, but they are locals now, and enjoy the same things we have this week:
Beach.
Sun.
Tequila.
Margaritas.
Sand.
Beer.
Ceviche.
Pico de gallo.
Guacamole.
Salsa de tomatillos.
Fish tacos.
Carnitas.
Quesadillas.
Beer.
Tequila.
Margaritas.
Did I say Margaritas? They are HUGE and carry a punch that not even I can handle. I had to, um, lay off of the tequila on Tuesday after having a few of these on the beach. The waves were amazing, too.
It has rained every night since we got here last Saturday, but today (Friday), it has rained all day long.
We fly back to Texas tomorrow. We're hoping for one more afternoon of sun (it ain't happening today) and one more blast of the sun Saturday morning to solidify the tans for the rest of the year.
So, ojale que viene el sol, amigos!

salute to the king tonight

2007-09-18T08:20:00.000-05:00

Just when you thought it was over, a two-hour special airs tonight on Elvis. It's been 30 years since his departure from here.
OK, I guess we could say death...
Seriously, could you imagine him doing the hip action at this age?
As the running docs say, motion is lotion.
If anyone could do it, he could.
Happy Tuesday.

Happy Monday

2007-09-17T08:20:00.000-05:00

Dear Fans of Circle30,

So sorry that I have been AWOL. My sister, Becky has been after me for weeks to blog. As has Margarita, Amy, Andy and my niece, Marisa.

Life lately has been a little much. I kind of feel like I've needed a refill, kind of like this glass of water.

So apologies for not keeping in touch, especially for the relatives, who reminded me that absent my trips home, this is the only way they know what is going on in my life.

So what's everyone been up to?

I've been running. I went to Michigan and ran the Crim and saw the Boblo! Coach Neil proposed to Becky (not my sister) at Wednesday night run. She said YES!

Soon, I'll write about Crim weekend for the Michiganders. I'll try and do that before I head to Mexico next week.

Until then, hasta. And remember, I love you all.

liz

Whew!

2007-08-22T23:51:00.000-05:00

I had a really good run today.
It was one of those runs where it's sunny outside, there's actually a breeze (in August), and, according to St. John's marquis, it was 76 degrees.
It just ... felt really good.
My morning running route is a busy one. There's three churches and one Catholic school. A doctor's office. A grocery store/shopping center. A 7-Eleven. Taco Bell. Subdivisions of brick houses. A park. A convent. Rush Creek winds through it.
Headed West down the road from my house, just beyond the Kroger shopping center, is a huge house on land that is about two and a half lots large. They have two horses.
One is larger than the other. The top of the smaller one's head reaches to about the jaw of the big one. I imagine it's mother and child. The horses' small field abuts the park.

This morning, as I listened to my iPod and enjoyed the run, I glanced toward the field with horses. They were standing thisclose to each other, one almost leaning into the other. They were watching the people in the park.
That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I was overcome, really.
I just love it when I have a good run like this. Such clarity, peace. No pain in the knees!
Well, it was only three miles, but I guess that really means that I only have seven more to go for the Crim in Michigan this weekend!
I have so much to do between now and Friday morning...

I found him!

2007-08-21T08:20:00.000-05:00

Who woulda thunk it?
Elvis Presley is living in a gated community in Roanoke,Texas!
Actually, it's long been rumored that The King was in the Lone Star State, just hanging out, taking care of business, and keepin' it real.
Speaking of TCB, I haven't been doing that lately with this blog. It seems forever since I posted anything -- yes, it has been ages, really. That's probably why I am discombobulated about everything in general. No outlet, so I'm back. Maybe blogging will get me back in sync.
So hello!

Back to Elvis...
The 30th anniversary of his "death" was last week. Sources spotted several Elvis look-alikes and movie characters at a recent party in North Texas.
Think young and old Elvis.
The cape. The gold suit.
Think "Viva Las Vegas."
Think "Harem Scarem."
Don't forget some tackiness thrown in, too...
It was a good rememberance of The King, even though he really couldn't make it.
He was likely TCB somewhere else.

What else have I been up to? Went to a roller derby bout this past weekend. Very fun and interesting, but that's another post...
In other news, I'm going to Michigan on Friday, this is Crim weekend!
I hear it's cool there. It is really hard to imagine taking a long sleeve shirt anywhere right now. It's only been in the upper 90s this week.
I hope I'm ready for the Crim. I haven't run as much as I should be, work is really kicking my ass, and there's been a lot of stuff going on in the other layers of my life.
No doubt, though, I am certainly ready to see the Michiganders and some cool weather!
So for those of you who have stopped by and shared thoughts about your journey, sorry I've been away.
For those nice thoughts, I say, in the words of The King:
Thankya. Thankyaverymuch.

Getting ready

2007-08-02T08:22:00.001-05:00

I missed much of the meeting the other night on being a Team in Training mentor. I was working. New job but really the usual stuff that happens when you work for a daily newspaper.
I arrived right after the pep rally and pizza, just in time to break out into groups and talk about who does what and when. Blah.
So I had to get back into the picture archives and see what I might have missed.
My only experiences other than what we have done with the DFW Metro Running Team were in San Diego and the pasta and victory parties.
These folks were crazy excited for the participants.

I seriously felt like I was at my high school pep rally the time our basketball team made it to state. Electric. Exciting. Energizing.
It will be fun to capture that for others who are just about to make their decision and sign on the dotted line to raise money for LLS.
Frankly, the best part about being able to go through all the motions is to watch the others and their reactions, their changes. I know I changed.

Crazy, I think I can do that. Make up, colored, foil hair? That, too.
Just the chance to watch, listen and learn. Run. That's what I'm looking forward to.

Dr. Doogie "fixed" my other IT band issue. He says "run, what are you waiting for?" Thank God. I am waaaaayyyy behind training for the Crim.

No running today, however, up early to read all and every bit of news. The (new) inmate (me) will be running the asylum. My editor is off.

The new season

2007-07-28T08:01:00.000-05:00

This cult called Team in Training is wonderful.
I've been struggling lately, trying to get back into my running routine. OK. I'll say it. I've been afraid.
It hasn't been easy -- these IT band issues. They both hurt, the right more than the left, since San Diego. I don't want to freak up my knees, but I don't want to stop running, either.
I've run only slightly since the marathon, mainly because I have wanted to try and see if I could actually run again without pain so I could be a mentor for the winter season. But you can't really mentor runners very well if you can't run with them, can you?
So I've been trying to gather inspiration where I can.
I even got the bag out again, the one that TNT Captain Laura and the mentors put together for the team for this summer's events. They gave it to us in April, at our 15-miler, the first really long run we did at White Rock.

I pulled it out on Wednesday. I took it to work with me for inspiration. It also was the day the team leader at the LLS office blew up e-mails to remind folks that the deadline was near to apply to be a mentor.
I felt I needed something here at this point if I was going to get back to where I was, something that had become my cocoon, my comfort zone. Running. With the team. For a purpose.
I opened the bag again. Because I had it at work and didn't want to have to explain to each person who walked by, I just mainly looked inside. but really kept it shut so that others wouldn't start going through my stuff. Things like that happen in my new/old digs at my new job. But that's a different blog post...

The surprise of the day came on yahoo, when I got an e-mail from Laura. I hadn't been out to Wednesday Night Run in about a month. They missed me. She wanted me to apply to be a mentor.
So I did, and I got in. The new season kicks off while I'm running the Crim at the end of the month.
I still worry about the IT bands, so I've been diligent about seeing my new chiropractor, a sports medicine doctor who is really more like a Whisperer (doesn't look like Robert Redford, more like Doogie Howser).
He hasn't adjusted me once, he's done mostly physical therapy on me and my homework assignments are exercises that look a lot like pushups without lifting the body below the pelvis.
Yesterday, Dr. Doogie put his fingers between my IT band AND my knee and leg bones on the right and pulled the sucker out from behind the knee bone and away from the rest of the leg. (I don't think I need to describe the pain here). But it feels better and other than just being sore from that maneuver, it doesn't stab like it did. (We do this again on Tuesday. I can't wait).
He says I'll be fine.
So all you TNTers out there who have gone down this road before, what do you look for, want, in a mentor?
More inspiration please?

Full circle

2007-07-23T22:24:00.000-05:00

My ride on the elevator this morning was surreal.
I had a deja vu.
I was 28 years old the first time I walked through the doors at the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. That's a little bit ago.
Spent most of the day trying to log in and get my e-mail operational.

I'll be glad when I can edit stories. It's been a week and a half since I edited anything.
The inside of the building still smells of ink and hot wax. I love it. I really miss the sounds and the vibrations of the printing facility, normally in the basement or ground level of a newspaper.
I was seeking a new journey, a new adventure.
I'm glad that this is the place. Again.

Home

2007-07-16T09:03:00.000-05:00

I got a new job -- start "this week," on vacation... Sweet.
Visiting Daddy, stepmom, sisters, brother and their families.
It's hot and humid in the Alamo City, as always. It's a certain feel, I can't say I have felt the exact thing in Houston, Corpus Christi, Austin, or Dallas-Fort Worth.
Things are green, the sky is blue. I tried to find a skyline picture for this blog, but everyone is really proud of them -- must purchase this photo...I'll take my own later. Thank goodness Mapquest is Mapquest...
I came fully prepared to run. Violated the cardinal rule, though.
I ate hot sauce last night.
:-|

Last day

2007-07-13T08:21:00.002-05:00

It's my last day of work today at The Dallas Morning News. I am sad, I will cry, but I'm happy.
I leave more than a workplace, a job. It leave some really awesome people. Great friends who are like family, who care about me and others and are just amazing to share space and air with.
Great journalists that inspire me to be better every day.
I hope they always orbit my earth.
I just travel west now, back over the Trinity River, to the competition, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, where I spent 10 years of my professional life before I left them seven years ago.
Funny, when I left there back then, I cried, too, listening to friends who were also like family wish me good luck "on the dark side."
I have gone full circle, again.
But it's not goodbye. It's see y'all later, on the other side of the Trinity.

This is a really great song that kind of sums up what I feel today. Thanks 10,000 Maniacs.

THESE ARE DAYS

These are days you'll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it, you'll know its true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days you'll remember.
When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
You'll know its true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days.

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face.
And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
Its true, you'll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you.

Have your day, everyone.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

2007-07-11T06:17:00.000-05:00

He talks a mile a minute about life and the news.
He giggles about irreverent things. He has a great sense of humor and a really quick wit.
It's hard to believe that my father turns 88 years old today.
Sometimes he'll get on such a rant about politics, I get kind of scared. (I won't discuss those things with him on my cell phone anymore).
Luis is a character. He always has been. I remember him making my mom turn red with the things he'd day to her. He liked teasing. He still does.

One of my fondest memories is the ritual we had when I was little. I would hear when he arrived home from work. The car in the driveway. A door slam. The squeaky screen door opens.
I'd run from wherever I was in the house to greet him.
When I was little, he'd scoop me up in is arms and look me in the eyes, kiss my cheek. He always said these words: "De quien es la reina chula?" (roughly translated, something like who does the pretty little princess belong to).
"De Daddy," I'd say.
To this day, he still asks me that, whether it's in person, on the phone, in birthday or Christmas cards.
I could never have enough space to write or the time to discuss all the wonderful things, beliefs, principles, faith that is my father. He is indeed the greatest man I have ever known.
He also makes one heck of a whisky drink.
Happy Birthday, Daddy.

Free association Tuesday

2007-07-10T08:32:00.000-05:00

Brandon saved my life Friday night...
I am leaving my newspaper on the East Side of the river to go back to the West Side of the river. Great thing is that I don't have to move, the commute becomes shorter, and I am returning to a place I spent 10 years of my professional journalism career before I crossed the river to my current paper seven years ago. (Don't do the math).
The going-away parties began last Friday. My boys took me out to the "gayborhood" in Dallas for drinks. Lots of vodka drinks. :-D
Interesting thing occurred -- a man walked up to me (don't think he was gay), stood next to me, got in my face and said: "You are an arrogant son of a bitch!"
I am glad I had so many vodka drinks, I would have probably tried to really figure out why he was talking to me, and one of my boys would have likely gotten into a fight trying to pull me off this psycho.
We really couldn't figure it out. Brandon immediately tried to get between us -- so cute protecting me. The man was no match for Brandon's wit. Even with vodka drinks Brandon can calmly debate like no other.
I really couldn't figure it out. It made me wonder, am I an arrogant son of a bitch?
Maybe he thought I was a drag queen.

Geez!!!

2007-07-05T22:02:00.000-05:00

OK, before anyone starts the critique, this is my first video...
It is never going to stop raining.
The lakes and rivers are so swollen, they are cresting. The waters are just about to flow over spillways at several dams in the state.
Girl Scout camps are under water in Northeast Texas at Lake Texoma (at the border of Oklahoma and Texas).
It has rained for about three months, it's unbelievable.
The mosquitoes are horrible.
The fleas are horrible (poor Niki, I found a flea on her the other day. She hasn't had a flea since we found her in the park seven years ago).
The sun hasn't been out in like three months.
Some broadcaster asked on radio today, which is worse, drought and oppressive heat, or endless rain and awful mosquitoes?
As I sit here applying Afterbite for the mosquito bites I got at a fireworks display on the Fourth of July, I am thinking oppressive heat and drought isn't that bad.

P.S.: A special thanks to Andy Isaac, who walked me through uploading this video. Google is really the way to go.

Mud run (sorta)

2007-07-02T08:12:00.001-05:00

OK, so maybe you really can't see the mud very well on my legs or shoes, but it's there.
It did not rain this morning, so I hit the road.
Today was the first day of unofficial-official training for upcoming runs -- Too Hot to Handle (Dallas, July 21) and The Crim (Flint, MI, Aug. 25).

3 miles
40 minutes
13.44 average pace (according to Nike+iPod)

P.S.: Note to people whose houses back up to sidewalks on streets known to have runners: TRIM YOUR FREAKING TREES.
Branch of live oak with a side of Bradford Pear leaves DOES NOT taste good.
I'm calling code enforcement.

It won't stop raining!

2007-06-27T23:02:00.000-05:00

It's coming down too hard to run in.
Sixteen days this month so far -- 10 inches, one inch away from a record set in June 1928. We were in a drought. Not anymore.
If you wanna read about how wet it's been in Texas, visit www.dallasnews.com. There, you can also watch video of the rushing waters at White Rock Lake.
Actually, it's been so bad that it made national news.
While I watched HBO last night, the Emergency Alert System actually interrupted the program to warn about evacuations in a neighboring county. On a cable channel. That's never happened before.
The entire state has been hit pretty hard lately. Eleven people have drowned in the past week and a half. Right now, 22 North Texas counties are under a flood warning. Thousands have been evacuated from their homes.
It's supposed to rain for at least another week.
I've replaced the batteries in my weather radio, and I'm watching the creek down the street.
So while I sat in my kitchen, sipping a vodka drink and listening to the raindrops hit my roof, I thought if anyone would have a song about rain and floods, the man in black would.
He did.

P.S.: Don't drive in low-water crossings. It doesn't take that much rushing water to pick up a vehicle.

Ride with caution -- updated

2007-06-23T08:49:00.000-05:00

Editor's Note: The previous post on "Ride with caution" was removed. Apologies for being crass. It was the big story of the day, however...

So, Amy and Al, here's a little story about the ride:

I love amusement park rides. I like rollercoasters -- the higher and faster, the better -- despite the fact that I have motion sickness.
The best thing I ever did was ride an F-16 for an hour for a story I wrote.
It was the 25th anniversary of the F-16 Fighting Falcon, which is built at Lockheed Martin in Fort Worth
I used to edit the business writer who covered the plant. At a planning meeting one day, he mentioned that we should do something on the anniversary. We were in a room full of other editors. It was then that I made the statement.
"I'd give anything to take a ride on one."
"Really," the reporter said. Absolutely, I said, without really thinking that he could make it happen.
A few days later, he was at my desk. "Guess what?"
He said they offered -- and he couldn't do it because of his back.
They were serious, he said, and brought our department editor in the mix.
Everyone agreed, so a few weeks later, I took the ride of a lifetime.
I spent the entire morning that day, getting checked -- a physical. Eye test, blood pressure, hearing, lung capacity.
I told the doctor three times that I get motion sick, and he gave me some pill and said it is better than anything out there.
After I was fitted for a pressurized flight suit, I sat in a room while the captain/pilot instructed me using little models on what to do inside the plane. Simple, really, since I'd be sitting behind him while he flew.

"Whatever you do, don't pull this lever. It's the ejection lever."
Thanks. I won't be able to keep my eyes off of it now.
He showed me on the map where we'd be going. "Ever been to West Texas? We can get there in just a few minutes."
Once I had my parachute fitted and attached to my body, we circled the plane to do checks. We climbed aboard and were off.
Plane shoots straight up in the air. Clouds coming toward us faster than anything I could have ever imagined. Suit tightens around my mid-section like someone is squeezing me.
"Feel that? That's about three Gs. We can do nine," he said, "But you'd probably pass out."
I couldn't speak because I was squeezed, and about to get sick.
They had told me not to get sick in the plane, it cost $25 million.
"If you feel sick, just take the oxygen mask off and do it in the suit."
Easy for you to say, I thought.
I threw up three times.
We did a loop, pulled nine Gs (three at a time), and I got to fly the plane a bit.
We also flew in formation with a few other jets.
It was a beautiful spring day in Texas, we saw a good part of the state on our ride.
When it was over, they poured a bucket of water over me when I got off the plane. This was needed because I'm sure I didn't smell very good. And I got a little model of the plane I flew in, with my name painted on the side, behind the captain's.
I was too busy to notice there was video shot of this experience, and lots of pictures, too.
All in an hour that I will never forget.

===

Photo from: www.salthillairshow.com/

They leave today

2007-06-21T08:23:00.000-05:00

The Anchorage group, pretty much most of the team I trained with this summer season.
They'll get on the plane this afternoon for the loooooong flight from Dallas to Alaska.
No running for them yesterday, just last minute fund-raising at Cantina Laredo.
I had to work late so I didn't get to buy anything, I just ate, and drank.
This is Terri's ninth marathon.
Not sure how many this makes for Laura, our captain, but I imagine it's up there, too. Afterall, she's done the Goofy Challenge at Disney. I am not quite sure how one can run a half marathon one day and a full marathon the next. But if anyone can do it, she can.

Here's to the team, again. We'll celebrate them next Wednesday and hear all about their run, their rafting trip and whether or not they gave the keys to Coach Neil to drive the van. He's kind of a...scary driver.

Welcome Back, Kotter

2007-06-20T00:00:00.000-05:00

From the vault. Not a clear Horshack laugh, but believe it or not, that's pretty hard to find on video.

Free association Tuesday

2007-06-19T06:51:00.000-05:00

Apologies for "slacking," as Andrew Isaac said.
So, runners, is this the funk after the marathon? After the event takes place, there's so much anticipation, so much a freak like me can talk about leading up to, during and right after. Then, you do your thang and it's over?
Over?!
Well, there's only one more event left for the summer team. I'll write about that Wednesday night.
This makes me very sad...
Yep, I'm in a funk. And this isn't even a running blog, but it just sort of turned into one once I started the training. It gave me lots to write about.
Hard to believe I'd run out of subjects to discuss, but I feel I have. So that just leaves me to free associations, something I used to only do when I had too many cocktails. Can't have too many cocktails anymore. That's what training and clean living did for me. Dammit.
OK, so here we go...
Texas Weather
It's been ridiculous, and it made CNN. I complained Sunday night with flight delays coming back from Cali and finally landed hours later than expected and STILL couldn't get my luggage until the next day.
I zipped it up when I read about the people that were killed in North Texas flooding, in Gainesville and Haltom City, where a young girl was pulled from her mother's arms. See link below for complete, multimedia coverage... http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/061907dntxflooding.161f8425.html
It's supposed to rain most of the week. Again. Hopefully without incident.
Panda ancestor found
OK, trying to find some "good, uplifting" news today, this was the only thing I found among lots of headlines that talk about death.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/06/19/panda.skull.ap/index.html
Julia Roberts had another baby. I'm sure it is beautiful. Congrats.
Bon Jovi insists their latest album isn't country. Well, sounds to me like if they have to talk about it, it must kind of be true. Soon to be played at a country bar near you...
OH! The Spurs in four. FOUR! I thought they'd do it in five, but hey, I'll take it. Go, Spurs, GO!
I think I'll run this afternoon, just for fun.

Sunday

2007-06-10T10:24:00.000-05:00

I'd like to be:
Outside.
With a cold beer.
My dog under a shade tree.
Chillin.'
Jammin' with this dude.

By the way, I run in the South, it ain't that bad, y'all.

Can't forget

2007-06-07T07:28:00.001-05:00

Someone once told me when I reached the point in marathon training that I thought I was nuts or couldn't go on any longer, to think of the heroes, past and present.
It surely was a way to put all of the will and pain in perspective.
I want to point out what I kind of refer to as the hands behind the back that gave me an added push during my race on Sunday.

Albert Latty. He was the father of a very good friend of mine. Yvonne lost her dad shortly before her first daughter was born. I couldn't be with or talk to Yvonne on her birthday because I was running a marathon that day. My present to her was having her dad's name on my back. She misses her father, but it's almost like she sees him every day because her little girl has his eyes.
Eileen Davidson. Her daughter, a former colleague of mine, is a national award-winning photojournalist. When Barbara heard that I was raising money for leukemia and lymphoma research, she gave me several photographs to auction for the cause, in memory of her mother who died about five months ago.
Vernon Zeigler. The father of one of my peer editors. Mr. Zeigler passed away a few months ago. Clay and I have a sarcastic, irreverent-type of relationship with each other. But in an e-mail he sent me before the race, he wowed me with this: "I'm taking you at your word that every little bit helps. For my little bit, I'm hoping you can run a few steps for Vernon Zeigler, who couldn't bear cancer a fourth time. My mother and I miss him."
Andy Isaac. I know this incredibly funny man only through a blog link at MotownRunnerGirl. He writes about his life, conversations with his father, politics, sports, Detroit Metro news, food and movies. He also talks about his fight with Hodgkins disease. Well, he just finished his last chemotherapy session last week!
I anxiously await what he's got to say about the upcoming Spurs-Cavaliers matchup. Although a diehard Pistons fan, Andy has said that the Spurs are the best team in the NBA with the best coach ... as has been posted earlier, I never forget a thing, so Andy, I will keep reminding you of that fact. Thanks for your musings, you freaking crack me up. Please continue.
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This just in:
"...Our 48 North Texas TNT participants raised more than $182,000- when you combine all 3,920 TNTers in the event, we raised OVER $14.8 million this weekend alone in San Diego!!! I hope you enjoyed your event!"

Yeah, sure did.

26.2 Rocked!

2007-06-04T08:58:00.001-05:00

SAN DIEGO -- People who know me know that I don't forget a thing -- something I am really grateful for now, because I could not post my experiences Sunday after running my first full marathon
I will never forget this experience, that's for sure.
It won't be because of the pain I'm feeling right now and will feel for about the next four days.
So let me try and recreate Sunday a bit.
I did a full marathon. Twenty-six-point-two miles. And thank God Sarah was there with me, right by my side the whole time. We pulled each other along as we kept counting down mileage ... to beer.
The Rock 'N Roll Marathon in San Diego is an incredible event. There were 20,000 participants -- 4,000 of them Team in Training runners and walkers. Seas of purple shirts, and some white shirts with purple lettering were everywhere.

The gun went off at 6:30 a.m. after the Marine Corps Recruit Depot band marched along and played a mixture of songs for the crowd. A band at almost every mile. A team of Elvises led the runners at the start.
The route was awesome. A slight incline that lasted probably for the first half of the race didn't seem to bother me.
But I should have known there was some foreshadowing occurring when, as we passed mile six, Sarah asked me if I was sure that I was running my pace.
"I don't know, but I feel GREAT." (A Tony the Tiger moment).
About mile 10, I noticed something about my breathing -- it was labored. VERY labored. So we slowed it down. We took in the beautiful scenes of San Diego.
Things were indeed great, made the half in really good time.
All awesome until mile 18. I have NEVER had an IT band issue on my right leg. Well, guess what? That nifty IT band strap I bought at the Expo for my left knee that immediately took the pain away had to be ripped off my left leg and slapped on the right. The pain in that leg went from 0-10, with 10 being intense pain, in a matter of minutes, it seems. There was limited running after that for me. It was more of a limpy, draggy leg run.

Meanwhile, Sarah began cramping in both thighs around the same time a blister took over her right little toe. I stretched her at 18, and she stopped a few times for blister care along the route after.
Things seemed OK then until mile 23 when there was this funky turnaround under an overpass that just made it seem more like 33 miles to go instead of just three. Another blister stop for Sarah, and this time I couldn't look at it. OUCH.
I had to hit the portapotty again (see below), and I thought for a moment I would stop drinking liquids until the finish so we wouldn't lose anymore time. Sarah gave me this look like I had just put a crack pipe in my mouth.
Then, the last mile. OMG. I said lets run it in. We did, right into the gates of the base. Sarah and I crossed holding hands. I cried like a baby. Sobbed, really.
We finished in 6:57. I won't round, sorry...!

OK. Here's what fueled me:
--Five packets of GU, at start, 4, 8, 12, 16.
--One packet of PowerBar gel with caffeine at 20 (should have probably taken that one at the half).
--Forty ounces of Accelerade (YUCK) in my fuel belt.
--Water at EVERY stop. That's probably why I had to hit the portapotties about 12 times between miles 18 and 26.
--Sheer will.
I had really cute conversations with my parents before I came out to San Diego and right after the race when I called my father to tell him I was on the grounds of the MCRD, where he did boot camp during WWII and was based there during the Korean War in the '50s.
He was tickled and proud.
My stepmom asked me if I won. I said no, and explained that I was just so happy to finish.
But thinking back on it, I guess I did, in so many ways that don't have a thing to do with running.
Thanks to Sarah for doing this with me. One of the top five moments of my life. (I really only have three, and you have been there for all of them).
The bloggers of MotownRunnerGirl who have stopped by and read this. Your words of wisdom and encouragement helped more than you know. Margarita, thanks for joining my mentor in talking me into changing my event from a half to a full. Your blog, e-mails and texts and phone calls of support and inspiration were and are awesome, dawg.
My family, colleagues, friends that I haven't seen because I have been training all the time, thanks for your love and support. Mi NAHJ gente, too, abrazos y besos a todos. Can't forget everyone who helped me surpass my goal. You all helped me cross the finish line in spirit.

Many thanks to Coach Senja and Coach Russell and the rest of the RNR marathoners of Team North Texas, of course. It is definitely a cult that I am proud to be a part of.
Oh, and I'll try not to be too annoying about this marathon thing for too much longer. :-D

xoxox, liz

Race eve

2007-06-02T11:21:00.001-05:00

SAN DIEGO -- Sarah and I went to the Expo right after we arrived Friday and settled in.
This is the first time that I've ever really spent hours and hours at an expo. My first for White Rock, I went with two other editors before our afternoon meeting, so it was really just packet pickup and trying some awful power drinks...yuck.
For Austin, the lines were so long for packet pickup and we stood so long, MotownRunnerGirl and I really weren't into it.
This one, well, it ROCKED, no pun intended.
I was glad to see Sarah's eyes light up when we hit the San Diego Convention Center. She's been great all week with my certifiable excitement. I seriously have had a pogo stick up my ass with excitement, people. I know I am probably very irritating right now, but hey, can't help it.

I am so glad she is here with me. She promised to run with me and we have a pact that one or the other would drag the other over the finish line if we had to.
We'll finish. She says it won't be pretty, but I think the fact that we're here is more than beautiful.
It's funny and amazing that we're doing this together after years of me spectating and cheering her on. I was, um, a couch potato, an award-winning one, about eight months and 30 pounds ago : |
So here's some pics of my teammates and I from the DFW Metro Running Team who will be participating in the RNR tomorrow.

The excitement will only get worse today, I'm sure, as our pasta party is at 1 Pacific ... Lots of Go Team!

I can't forget my mentor, Maria, who couldn't make this trip. I wish she were here, but I totally understand. She's begun her training and fundraising for the Nike Women's Marathon in October. She's awesome.
Speaking of fundraising, did I mention I raised $700 over my minimum goal for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society?!
The depth of giving from my family, friends, and colleagues was and is incredible. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

P.S. You can monitor my run at rnrmarathon.com. My bib number is 19576 and you can see what my time was the 10K, half, 21 and finish.

The journey begins

2007-06-01T20:12:00.000-05:00

San Diego. Finally.
I talked to my daddy last night about the marathon I’m about to run day after tomorrow.
He’s a little hard of hearing at nearly 88 and all, but he clearly heard these words after he asked me (again) how long or far I’d be running Sunday.
“It’s 26.2 miles, daddy.”
“Oh!”
A brief silence.
“Better you than me, hee-hee-hee (he has a great laugh). Has the doctor checked your heart?” He laughed, but was serious, too. “My heart is great, daddy.”
We talked a lot about my running (in between his commenting on the Spurs game and whether they’ll play the Pistons in the finals). He told me many times how proud he was.

He even remembered that awful year in high school when I ran track and he and mom used to go see me run at my meets. I was always last, but I finished (his mantra, finish what you start).
My daddy said he’s glad that I finally got off of my butt and started exercising.
He constantly reminds me about the diabetes that is on both sides of the family and how I’m the only one who doesn’t have it. Yet.
“Check your blood sugar,” he said. “Or I’ll check it for you next time you come home.”
He will – he does, every time I go visit. It’s sweet, really.
So I’ll be doing the Rock ’N Roll Marathon in San Diego day after tomorrow. I chose that one because my parents used to live there way before I was born.
My dad Luis was – is – a Marine (once a Marine, always a Marine, he says) and he spent most of the time during World War II either on an airplane or a ship in the South Pacific and would go quite often to San Diego.
(As an aside, my father didn’t get one single scratch on him between 1942 and 1946 while in the Pacific. That is completely amazing to me, but that’s probably another blog post…)

Anyway, during the Korean War, he was stationed at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, and my mom and sisters lived there with him right outside of the base. (It’s likely my brother was conceived there…)
An earthquake strong enough to knock plates out of the cabinets and send them crashing to the floor was all my mother needed to say to daddy, “Love you lots, but I’m taking the kids and we’re going back to San Antonio.”
And back they went, by train, to Texas to wait for daddy to come back home. My mom (God rest her soul) always said she’d rather brave a tornado than an earthquake any day.
So, now I’m in San Diego, not just to run my first marathon, but to see, smell and feel what my parents loved about the only other place they said they’d ever live outside of Texas.
I also have marching orders from the Marine.
“Go to the base and take a picture of it for me. And finish your race.”
Yes sir, no problem.
Guess where the finish line is?!

San Diego sendoff

2007-05-30T23:54:00.000-05:00

It was San Diego night tonight at Wednesday night run.
I ran 3 miles, the Anchorage people ran 5 (I think they run their 17 this weekend).
We got our little goodies, ate cake, took pictures and hugged.
The plane takes off from DFW Airport at 11:30 Friday morning.
I'm excited, nervous, can't eat or sleep.
Four days.

Last call

2007-05-28T00:23:00.000-05:00

OK, so I had some cocktails Sunday night!
It's all good, it is kind of a last call type thing because I have to hydrate this week.
Marathon is in six days.
Sarah and I went Sunday night to J.Gilligans, an awesome hangout in Arlington. It's where every University of Texas at Arlington student (and old hippy types) like to hang out.
The night's entertainment was a band called The B Street Band, a Bruce Springsteen cover band. Our friends Larry and Sandy flew them in from Jersey to play their Empty Nest/Graduation party. Their daughters each graduated this week.
The band was awesome! I had a blast, along with five (or was it six) Killian's Irish Red beers. : |
No more drinking until after the marathon.
Seriously.
Like I said, it was kind of like a last call type thing. That's why I drank so much. Just saying...

Anyway, the party was for Sandy and Larry and their girls -- Katie and Sarah, who both graduated, college and high school, respectively. Judging by their dancing and singing along, these girls were raised on Springsteen.
We danced all night, ate Irish potato skins and Mexican nachos. Beer. Yum.
The highlight for me, besides the fun and fellowship, was when I got to strum the lead guitarists guitar during their final song, "Born to Run." How appropriate. And I got his pick.
How freaking cool is that?
Did I say it's six days until the marathon?

photos:
top: datbury.blogspot.com
bottom: ncm.com

The jersey, the journey

2007-05-25T08:36:00.000-05:00

I'll never forget the first time I saw a Team In Training jersey. It was on display at an information tent/booth at one of the running events that I went to with Sarah and our friend Kathy several years ago while Sarah and Kathy were in training for their duathlon.
I was captivated by the color purple -- my favorite.
I wished that one day I would have the courage, the stamina, the will to train for something.
Anything.
Well, here's my jersey.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Nine days until the marathon.

Baby, oh, Baby!

2007-05-22T23:39:00.000-05:00

I'm going to be an auntie again!
Actually, a "great" before the title, please. No. 2 child of niece No. 2.
I had a few cocktails, some snackies at a mixer tonight, and then Marisa called me with the news.

I screamed into the phone. High-pitched scream.
Kevin, her husband, is beside himself, as are my sister and brother-in-law. And Blakey (their 4-year-old son) is thrilled.
Little one is due sometime in December or January. My daddy already predicted that it's a girl.
How strange would it be to have a new baby in December, the month we lost the first-born grandchild...
Oh, burying the lede here -- doctors think she might be carrying multiples.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!

They finished

2007-05-21T08:11:00.000-05:00

It was awesome. Everyone finished the North Trails Half Marathon, lots of IT band injuries, though. Not sure what that is about, but Shannon, Jenny and Deb limped their way to their own personal victories.
We cheered at mile six, gave out Jell-o shots (with Gatorade to the runners) and we did a few, um, adult shots of our own while we waited ; ) did karaoke and just pumped out some loud music from our station.
Congrats to everyone, especially Deb, whose knee started giving her hell at mile two, but she finished for Kelly's son, Ethan, in remission.
Heroes all.
Here's some photos of the day. A very long, wonderful day Sunday in Dallas, partly cloudy and about 75 degrees for the race.

My hero

2007-05-19T12:13:00.000-05:00

Two years ago today, Sarah was told she had breast cancer. Stage 2, aggressive.
Saying it was the worst day of my life is an understatement to what she went through, as well as her family and friends.
Chemo. Surgery. Radiation. In that order. Awful.
She's a fighter, no doubt. The doctors told her that had she not been in such good shape from years of running, she'd likely have had a different outcome.
Since that dark day, her sister and her dad can also say they are survivors as well. Too much for one family, but cancer does that.
Needless to say, it's been a rough few years, eh?
I thank God and Mother Mary for her strength and faith. Family and friends, too. Sarah has will like no other, one in many wonderfully brilliant traits she posseses. And I think that helped save her.
So today, Sarah's got her toes in the sand at Galveston Beach. She's with her posse of great pals -- our great pals -- and I'm wishing I was there, in the middle of it all, running barefoot on the beach, sipping cocktails with Sarah, Brenda, Deb, Melissa, Lafontaine and Sheila, too, can't forget her! We'd be having a bonfire on the beach and Lafontaine and I would be playing guitars.
Next year and always. Promise.
Sarah, come back tanned, rested and ready to go. We'll run the San Diego Marathon in 15 days!

It's Friday

2007-05-18T08:23:00.000-05:00

Cheers to North Trails

2007-05-16T23:36:00.000-05:00

Tonight we toasted our teammates who will run the North Trails Half Marathon in Dallas this Sunday.

It was supposed to be my TNT event until I was persuaded at the Austin Half Marathon by my mentor Maria and MotownRunnerGirl (other, unofficial mentor) that I should just do a full marathon. So I switched.

So Wednesday night run... We went to our usual New York Pizza and Pasta. Lots of us tonight! I had a slice of pizza, salad, a Shiner Bock and a piece of chocolate cake that Jennifer made to help celebrate.
Our captain, Laura, gave the North Trails runners these inspirational cards that had a safety pin with seven colored rings attached. The card talked a little about the journey for the runner and explained what each color on the pin meant.
They are really kind of cool. I can't wait until I get mine in a few weeks.
Ha! In a few weeks .... It seems really amazing to think of it now as just a few weeks away.
Well, first things first. Congrats and good luck to everyone I trained with in preparation for North Trails and San Diego! A shoutout to the girls I started with: Shannon, Cindy, Deb, Kelly, Maria and Brandy.
I'll do my 10 miles on Saturday and I'll be cheering and doing karaoke at mile six with Jennifer, Kim, Laura and Terry on Sunday for you guys.
Go Team!

P.S. The ankle is better. Four miles tonight, nothing hurts really bad, just a little sore.
Eighteen (18) days until SD.