Posted by pjcloud9 on October 21, 2010
Just ran the second half marathon of my life, precisely one year later. Same race: IMT Des Moines Marathon/Half-Marathon. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking that a year later I could beat my time. I mean last year, I was not working a full-time job and could train all the time. This year, not so much, I basically have done a long run on the weekend all summer leading up to this, with my longest training run a couple of weeks ago of 12 miles. So I came in at 2:02 versus LY of 1:59. 3 minutes, and yes I was disappointed. I am pretty much over it now, sorta. Looks like I am going to have to run another half-marathon now to prove I can finish in under 2 hours. And that is just proving it to myself. I really don’t care what all y’all think. No offense.
So one of the issues I am experiencing is in my hip. When someone says their hip hurts, doesn’t that sound like the great-granniest-gray-haired-90-year-old crap? Seriously, it is as if I need a Medic-Alert necklace. It is hurting pretty bad when walking and is going to take a while resting to recover. My chiropractor said she thought I was limping. UGH. Will see if I can resist running through the week (weather is making it difficult, gorgeous autumn out there). Has been a week or spin & swim so far.
If anyone has some ideas on recovery, stretches, etc. please let me know. I am too young for a granny hip.
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Posted by pjcloud9 on July 17, 2010
I recently attended my high school reunion back in the Iowa town that I lived in from ages 8 thru 18, smack dab in the decade of the Eighties. The formative years; those ten years certainly were. How can ten years of your life seem so relevant and so immaterial at the same time? Relevant in that even the little decisions made, or not, back then have had a huge influence on who I am today. Relevant in the fact that I rocked some big hair, neon, plaid, and innumerable other fashion statements along the way. Immaterial in that I had not seen anyone at the reunion in ten years – if not twenty – and I seem to be doing OK with that. Immaterial in that I had not even been back to that town since the last reunion ten years ago and all that I could tell had changed was the size of the trees on the main street as I drove into town.
Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I chose to go to the reunion. I was excited about it, nervous driving there solo, hoping certain people would be there and other certain people would not. I was feeling pretty confident and poised going in, having successfully ballooned to the fattest in my life conveniently in between the 10 and 20 year reunions. And for this 20 year reunion, I was several sizes smaller then the 10 year and back to high school size. Damn, could not have accomplished that more effectively if I had thought about it – that felt good. Everyone is still the same age as one another – that won’t change. Seems obvious, but this is a huge benefit to taking some competitive edge off the reunion gathering. Time ain’t standing still for anyone!
I had fun catching up with as many people as I could, learning about where they are today in their lives. The reunion event itself was pretty low key with about 1/4 of the classmates in attendance, the majority there with their spouse in tow. The spouses were mostly drinking more then the classmates – understandably. Feels now like a lot of hype leading up to the event. All we really did was get as many classmates as possible in the same room back at the old Country Club. We chatted, ate a creamy, carb loaded meal out of chafing dishes and drank a keg of beer and generic cocktails served by “boys” (they really looked young!) in golf caps.
I am back here as well, after a several month hiatus. So this is a reunion of sorts for me with my blog, my voice. In relation to the high school reunion, I have to say this one is much sweeter. I have been putting a lot of things behind me day by day and finding inspiration from the new and the possibilities before me. Being a future-focused person, the thoughts of what may unfold are far more exciting then holding on to the past.
Bye-bye Boone High – again – and everything in between. Hello now.
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Posted by pjcloud9 on April 4, 2009
I never believed it when people told me. Typically in conversation it came up in the form of age decades. Just wait until the 30s, 40s, 50s, etc. Specifically the comments were around the female body and the inevitable changes. When I was in my 20s, the caution often presented itself something like this, “Oh honey, you are in your 20s. Just wait. (Insert evil laugh here.)”
It is happening. And I am fully aware it is just the beginning.
For some women it is their flapping-in-the-wind upper arms, or “angel wings”. For others, it is the tummy area, it pooches and protrudes. Many women complain about their chests, too small, too large, too much sagging. And the thighs, don’t get me started on my life long ailments there. In most cases, the thought that crosses the victim’s mind is, “I am not quite sure how this got there because just a few months ago it was right there and that was where it was supposed to be and now it won’t go back. How did this happen?” Honestly, it is perplexing.
For me, I certainly have my moments in all of the aforementioned areas. But the current issue is just that – the butt. In most cases, unless you are in your teens or younger, there is a fine line between defining a person’s upper thigh and where the butt actually begins. In my case, the fine line just keeps getting fuzzier and fuzzier. I can do every cardio-crazy, resistance-weights, leg-lift, bun-tightening freaking activity that I can think of and nothing seems to define that line. That is why I now affectionately call this area of my body my thass.
The only answer I have to this issue at hand, the thass that is, is this: DENIM. Denim is kind to the thass. Denim tightens, lifts and smoothes. I am currently wearing jeans as much as possible in order to benefit from denim’s special effects genius.
So I guess I just have to face it. This airplane is in flight and not getting any younger. Can somebody get me some duct tape? Oh, and while you are at it can you please make some bike shorts that don’t make my thighs pucker and that smooth my thass?
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