|August 17, 2014||Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized|
I have a number of half started, barely edited drafts right now….and instead of making any of those coherent (which seems like a lot of work as I sit here in my recliner in the living room), I’m going to write about whatever random thing pops into my head.
This is a no-guaranteed pony content post, but come along for the ride anyways. 🙂
Did I mention I found the on call room in the vet hospital?
I can sleep here on the nights that I’m on call instead of cramming myself in my corolla or huddling in the locker room which is characterized by a dirth of plugs to charge electronics and no cell reception (problematic for keeping the phone charged and ready for an incoming call….).
I had heard rumor of this room….but hadn’t found the courage to go up to the small animal part of the hospital and poke around. Finally, behind a door labeled “Resident Assist” and “designated lactation site” I found it!!!!
2 small bedrooms, fresh changed-daily-sheets, and a bathroom. Pure heaven.
Holes in socks.
I’ve whined about it enough I thought I would share picture.
I’ve been distance running since 2003/2004. I’ve *never* worn holes in my socks. Now, any run over 10 miles results in holes. Even when my toe nails are short. It happens in ALL my shoes. And in ALL my socks. And yet….my tonails are fine, have never turned black, and are never sore. It happens on flat runs, hilly runs, dry runs, and wet runs. It’s a mystery. And it’s related to how *something* changed when I went to bare foot running. No holes…..did barefoot without socks for about a year…..and when I added socks back in – VOILA! sock carnage.
Countless Balegras have fallen victim.
As have my smartwool PhD thin running socks.
And my double layer Wright running socks.
It’s so bad, that I chose socks with holes in them for all my long runs in an attempt to not go broke buying new socks.
But I broke down and wore a pair of unmolested Balegras for my fifty miler.
These particularly Balegra socks I’ve had for TEN years (bought them for my first marathon). One fifty mile run later……holes :(.
Last week I snapped out of my sulk and bought NEW socks.
A pair of these
I have a couple longer runs coming up (Mt. Diablo marathon, a fifty, and at least one more marathon) so we shall see!
Speaking of running….my SF50 ultra story was long enough that I left out certain details. Like the fact that I missed my exit to the race, which unhappily was the last exit before having to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge.
Now, by being less than a complete imbecile I had cash for toll money on me, since when I vaguely scanned directions the night before I realized I would be in the heart of the Bay Area and their nasty tolls and the less exciting I can keep my travel when driving myself hours to and from ultras, the better.
I ignored the signs towards the bridge that warned of a “no cash toll” being confident that surely I mis-understood (who has ever heard of a toll bridge that doesn’t have people to take your money?), and since I wasn’t even sure that I would have to go over the bridge in the first place it didn’t feel all that relevant to me.
Until I missed the exit, that was named something else than what it was named in my directions.
And I was crossing the Golden State Bridge. And now there were more explicit signs saying “Fastrak only, no cash”.
I had 2 options.
1. Go across the bridge and pay the (apparently) $481 fine (likely closer to $600 because of all the “fees” that CA puts on their tickets) for crossing the bridge without paying or,
2. flip a U turn on the bridge since there was no traffic.
Having the feeling that being caught in a U turn would carry much the same fine as the toll fine, with the addition of points on my DMV record, I decided to risk the toll.
White knuckled I blasted through the person-less toll, flipped a U turn on the *other* side and back across the bridge, taking deep breaths and repeating (outloud) It’s all part of the adventure it’s all part of the adventure it’s all part of the adventure.
Reassuring myself that of *course* it was worth running (and now I better damn sure finish) my first 50 miler even if I had just essentially added $500 to my entry.
So I’ve been watching my mail box, wondering what the fall out was going to be, when I received this:
Hallelujah and praise the Lord (yes, literally praise the Lord and give thanks).
All I’m charged is the actual Toll.
And yes, I have a headlight out – which is very inconvienant when driving through the foggy bay area at 4am. Just sayin’.
Alls well that ends well.
Of log books and compulsive record keeping
I’ve come into possession of some book shelves and took it as an excuse to unpack the rest of my books, which until this afternoon resided in the garage.
Coming from a lifetime of reading and a childhood where books filled every available shelf space, it’s a constant struggle to minimize the amount of physical books I own. I move so often (if you hadn’t realized….just since starting this blog I’ve had 4 different addresses) that keeping books that are easily available new or from the library just isn’t practical. Matt is not a reader and that has further decreased the available space that I can devote to books. I utilize the library, borrow books from friends, and buy ebook versions – but there are some books that earn their place and I justify making poor Matt haul them around in heavy boxes every time we move.
As I separated my books into reference, non-fiction narrative, general fiction, childhood fiction, music, and religious – I found my old log books tucked away.
I’ve kept track of my running and Minx’s and Farley’s miles since the beginning – but it wasn’t until recently that I did so electronically.
The best riding logs were half sized planners that had “week at a glance” pages. Here’s what a typical entry would look like for a week.
If you look at my running competitions (here’s a compilation), you will see that my running tends to take place in “blocks” with long breaks. 2004 was a good running year….but then I got injuried and burned out. In 2007 there was another flurry of activity….but then nothing until end of 2013 and currently into 2014.
I’ve told the story many times of how getting a second horse (Farley) derailed my running, and how it was my mother that was responsible for all of it…but there’s nothing like flipping through my old running logs and seeing it all laid out in real time.
2007 Running log, week Nov 12-18
*PCR = Pacific Coast Run, which I believe split into Coastal Trail runs and the current PCR group of runs.
*CIM = California International Marathon, which takes place in Sacramento every December.
*AR50 = American River 50 mile (running, not endurance ride)
The notes continued for same week, later in the week.
And that was Farley!!! I bought Farley about 2 weeks after this entry, severely under-trained for my marathon 4 weeks later, and that was the last time I ran over 13 miles until the beginning of this year!
If you want to compare the mileage totals to what I do now, here’s a 2013/2014 summary for Farley:
I think I have wasted a sufficient amount of time writing this post that it’s time to go back to wedding planning (less than a week until we elope!) and forcing myself outside for some pony time and possibly a run.