Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
A Volunteeraholic is the kind of person who volunteers for 2 races in 2 days, in extreme conditions.
Sunday was HOT! And I'm not just saying that because I ran clear with Mustang & TMB, and then was surrounded by hot sweaty triathletes at Rocketts Landing Triathlon with Illusive Dave. I mean, it was HOT. The water temps were low 90something degrees, and the air temps were high 90something degrees.
1st Rule of Triathlon ... look hotter than everyone on the course. My pals have that down.
2nd Rule ... don't drown. also done.
3rd Rule ... have the most fun. duh have you met us?
4th Rule ... have the hottest spectators. Illusive, Sally, T & I so owned THAT rule.
T & Mustang Sally joined me for a run through the dark city of Richmond at oh-freaking-early hour before the racers arrived at Transition. We ran along the waters edge, with the rank smell of rot wafting up now and again. We ducked and darted among the streets. A train hissed and trembled on the track elevated above us, waiting its turn to amble through the city. A brown rat scurried across the road in the light of my headlamp. This was the grittiest part of Richmond I've ever sampled.
Arriving back at Transition, we were amazed at how busy it was. T & Mustang got to work Inking the legs & arms of the triathletes while I walked around
I had a great morning.
I flirted, played, hugged, cheered, and danced my way through the pre-race festivities.
Then I schlepped down to the water side to watch the swimmers get in and was given the enviable volunteer job of ... watching the swimmers emerge from their efforts and run up a ginormous flight of stairs.
It was a GREAT place to be ~ I cheered for a *hot MTT coach *did I mention the water temp was 91 degrees?, and saw KC emerge from the water, triumphant with her swim victory! AND was able to see smiling HCB SpeeDee as well, and wow, she's epic!
Then when every swimmer was out of the water I moved from that job and joined Mustang at the finish line, where we greeted the hot runners as they finished their race. Lucky me, I'm almost a genius and came up with the idea that they needed ice towels... so when I saw my BFF's finish, I handed each one an ice towel, and took their chips. In SpeeDee's case, this also meant I was hugged, and possibly kissed and I'm not sure but I think there might have been some "I love you's" exchanged.
Other notables of the finish line were:
A marriage proposal by a man I've never met ~ did I mention the ice towel?
Not getting ignored by the MTT coach ~ *July, and he was definitely hot.
And having a man pass out into my arms as I dragged him to the medical tent... I have that effect on men now that I have my short hair, I actually had 2 men completely go down upon sight of me... I'm sure the 91 degree swim, 24 mile bike ride, and 10K in the elements had NOTHING to do with it.
|SpeeDee, GBA**GF, and KC|
SO ON TO MONDAY .... Monday was WET! and... whoa!.... I mean RAIN people, RAIN... (geez) and rain or shine, I had told my RRRC friend who usually just stands around these types of events looking hot ~July~ that I would be at the club 5K to lend a hand, so, that's what I did...
In the POURING rain.
For the racers as they went around a cone.
My job was done in about 15 minutes, give or take.
Then I carried the cone to the end of the street, in the pouring rain.
And arrived at the finish line completely soaked to the core, just as the rain stopped.
And by soaked, I mean, drenched, dripping, straight out of a pool, wring out your clothes ~wet~.
My presence at this point was completely unneeded. Theoretically, I could have left, but ... well, it seems... the random guys at the finish line indicated I should stay & help... please?
Since these people are the kind of weird I enjoy hanging around with, it seemed like a thing to do. There's always laughter and smiling with this gang. I saw some familiar faces, goofed off, said hi, got rained on some more....
I was wearing a windbreaker I dug out of my H's JEEP to shield the rain... and to be perfectly honest, it didn't do a very good job. My clothes were dripping... so I kept it on even when the rain stopped... something about....high beams and, uh, putting someone's eye out... and... ~ um ~ never the less:
Since there were no "real" jobs to be done, I hung out under an umbrella, cheering for finishers while saying, "Stay in line". OK, I think I said it, at most, twice?
And the umbrella owner was also directing runners as needed ... so, maybe he said it twice?
We, the two of us, just stood around, completely useless, looking stupid, and hot...
... because, as I mentioned, it's July...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have to know how."
And ~ oh by the f*cking way ~ I take my running kinda seriously.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
I craved it.
I just ran.
|oh, and yeah, I'm running "clear" ~ this is the only photo you'll ever get.|
~savor the run~
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
|oh look, it's the camera ahead.|
we should walk and let the group get ahead of us so we can get a good shot.
I love that we do this...
Monday, July 11, 2011
|Kc, 3L, g.|
At GBA we have RULES.The RULES we “enforce” within our GBA group are very clear.
|after the run snack at SpeeDee's car.|
me, Triple Threat L, SpeeDee, VWBlond, Mustang Sally, T
(oh, and I'm holding the watermelon away from my white skirt)
The sunny Sunday 12 miles were fine. My legs were tired by the end, and all I wanted to do was pick up the pace to get it over with. We didn't though. We ran in our "pace zone", which... is kinda hard.
The post run powwow, the slice of watermelon, the giggling and the ~nearly~ inappropriate jokes? They made all the tiredness vanish. Because, well, I don't really know the science of it... and I don't care to...
Yes, 22 miles in 2 days, and every mile was fun. Even the hard ones.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Then in my world...
The 1st Ring of Hell would have to be sitting through Beauty Pageants. I've done a few, and they're torture. Painful experience that lasts a few too many hours with few redeeming qualities.
The 2nd Ring of Hell is most definitely my shower on a day when the Body Glide, running bra & I have lost a battle in the "chafe war".
I'm not sure about Ring 3.... but the 4th Ring of Hell is any Emergency Room with your own child. Time slows to a crawl, worry eats away at your soul, truly, is there anything that a mother finds more hellish?
Well... there's always The 5th ring of Hell ... the segment of I-95 that passes through CT. Add a beige minivan and some Disney music to the construction and NY drivers, and you've certainly got something that qualifies as torture.
For SURE though, I know now, for me the 6th Ring of Hell is a Water Park.
TORTURE of the WORST KIND.
I don't love myself in swim wear. I mean, it's not horrible, but no one really wants to see me in a 2 piece bathing suit all day... though that said, that's what I wore, because my skirt has pockets, and I hate to be without pockets....and no, there are no photos, nor will there ever be photos...
Adding to the awkwardness is that at a water park there's a better than good chance you're going to be surrounded by people in swim wear. All day.
Many of the swim wear wearing people are lovely. They're usually the ones in one pieces though. With sarongs.
The other 89% of the people out parking at the water park eating funnel cakes dusted in powdered sugar are... yeah. and then. uh huh. I hate to judge. I'm not here to judge. I'm just... I mean... Listen people, if you're not SURE that the bathing suit covers your entire "nip", you REALLY should look for one with a bit more to it. And if the top isn't 100% covering your ...ah... twins, then let's REALLY take a minute here to evaluate the coverage on the bottoms... shall we? Maybe, at the VERY least we could just go up a size? or 3. AND TRULY there is NOTHING wrong with wearing a sarong or skirt or blue 6X6 tarp over your suit for the comfort of all the people sharing your space.
And while we're on the topic of space sharing, can we just touch on the subject of conversation topics?
Appropriate conversation topics for a family water park do not generally require the abbreviation of the words "Birth Control"... nor do they usually include the words "screwing" or "e'ffing" and if it happens that your sister is a "whore" with multiple boyfriends, I really. REALLY. do not need to hear about it in the 3 minutes it takes my kids to go up a flight of stairs, wait in line, and slide down a slide on an inner tube.
Longest 3 minutes of my life.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Please accept my sincere apologies for breaking GBA Running Rule #1 on Saturday.
I have excuses. They include chaffing, heat, and more chaffing. None of them are good enough to justify running through suburbia in just a sports bra, skirt & socks.
I will try to be more mindful of the GBA Rules when laying out my clothes in the future.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
I knew it was coming... and I knew it was "there"...
but... can I just say?
Seeing my name and the words that I said printed in Runner's World magazine...?
It's an amazing thing.
Maybe instead of signing my e-mails and insight with ~savor~ I need to be signing them with...