Wednesday, June 17, 2009

wow . . . two weeks since last post.

I have been running. Honest.

I have actually been able to work my schedule into the family's schedule and get in four runs a week for the last several weeks. None of them were spectacular but each one builds on the previous and is helping me to get back into the swing of things.

I am planning on running this afternoon, against advice from all our local weather goobers. High 90s with index around 105. Did I mention that I am FAT? The heat combined with the hills in my 'hood combined with the excess baggage attached to my waist will make for a nice, slow, sweaty workout or put me in the hospital!!! Actually, I do enjoy the heat. I just hate that it takes me so long to get cooled off. Nothing like standing in the shower and sweating at the same time.

I ran Sunday afternoon . . . it was rainy and somewhat cool (mid 70s). Had a pretty fun time on that run though I didn't do great. I had worked in the yard for several hours beforehand and had expended lots of energy. I ran Monday in the heat. I did the Locksley loop which throws in a couple of extra hills. Very bad idea. I completed the run am embarrassed to say that I had to walk one of the last hills. Susan and MAC rode their bikes. They gave me about a 10 minute head start and were going to try to catch me. Actually, that wasn't much of a challenge. They caught me at about 2 1/2 miles of my 3 1/2 mile run. It was hot and sweaty but fun with family involvement.

We are starting to gear up for vacation. We're heading to Hilton Head Island next week. I know that it is 3 hours further than going to the gulf coast for us, we enjoy it and the girls love the island. As far as "beauty" goes, I do like the gulf coast, especially South Walton beach between Destin and Panama City. However, that nice white fluffy sand does not encourage biking and running on the beach. Bikes will sink to the axles and unless you're superman, the super soft sand will ruin your knees. I prefer eastern beaches with the harder packed sand-much more functional. Plus HHI has all kinds of bike/running trails all over the island, through the trees, around lagoons . . . fun for spotting wildlife and sharing a smile with other bikers and runners.

other exciting things going on . . . root canal on Tuesday morning. Went well with no problems (so far). Susan and I are having dinner tonight at The Club with B and Carl (friends from CT). Walking 9 holes tomorrows with my buds. I played well last week and hope to keep the streak going-it may even force me to take my clubs to HHI. That's about it for now.

Get out there and do something. Anything. Just enjoy it!

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Just call me Mr. Sensitivity

Okay, okay. I've been remiss in keeping the two people who read my blog updated (my wife and my mom). Susan reads it to keep me honest and to make sure that I don't tell any embarrassing stories about her. My mom reads it because she knows how much I hate to talk on the phone.

First things first-running. Yes I have been . . . some, but not enough. I noticed the other day that the pants were starting to get a little snug again. I accused Susan of drying them too hot. She wouldn't buy it and I knew better. Going to be spending the summer trying to push back from the table. I have realized that I cannot hold myself accountable without a goal so I will be looking at the race calendar over the next year and try to get my butt in gear. I told MAC, my 12 year old step-daughter, that we would do a sprint triathlon next spring. That is some sort of commital, isn't it?

Life. It goes on. Too quickly sometimes. It seems that I have no time to do anything. I realize that I just have to take a deep breath, focus on priorities and take care of business.

Seems that E has become unfamiliar with her body. She is not old enough to doing the puberty thing or at least I hope she's not. Over the last week she has managed to inflict multiple injuries on her nine year old body. She has been running into things, scraping protruding joints, and adding to her collection of "boo boos" on a daily basis.

The latest episode was Monday evening. I was going for a run and E wanted to ride her bike with me which I encouraged. Afterall, exercise is so much better than watching the tube, right? She's been growing like a weed and her legs have been cramped on her bike. She asked me to raise the seat. I told her we only needed to adjust it a little at a time so she could get used to the difference. That was unacceptable so instead of arguing about it (Susan has done a good job in telling me about picking my battles) I raised the seat about 1 1/4 inches. Well . . . MAC and Susan decided to join us also. My nice little run was quickly turning into a family outing. Okay . . . I can deal with that. Of course the girls argue the whole time, but that's another story for another day. The girls asked if they can ride on ahead and we warn them about staying to the right hand side, to stop at all stop signs, and to not get out of sight. Okay, go. It was like they were shot out of a rifle-legs furiously pumping, bikes wobbling . . . whish-they were gone. Susan decided to pedal a little faster to catch up to them. Cool . . . I'm running and not parenting. That is until I round the bend at the bottom of the hill.

I don't recall if I saw the bike in the street or heard the bellowing first but regardless, I knew something was askew and my nice run was going to be transformed into social work. Now I know what my parents went through as I was growing up. I am still thankful that they chose to put up with me instead of drowning me! MAC was standing there saying "I didn't do anything!". E was laying on the side of the road next to her bike, alternating between screaming, sobbing, and blaming MAC. Susan was off her bike and trying to get information from E. For a brief moment I truly thought about running on past them and pretending like I didn't know them. However, the consequences of such an action would be horrific, similar to the shock and awe air-strikes of Bagdad. Okay . . . I'll be a parent, but on MY TERMS. I stop and ask . . . "what happened?" E screams, "Mary Alice made me fall off my bike!". MAC again pleads her case of innocense. My guess is that is was probably a little bit of both. "Okay. Calm down. Let me see." I have E hold up her hands. I say, "you're supposed to have ten fingers . . . looks like they're all there." Then I check the head- "two ears, two eyes, all the teeth you started with . . . look up" she turns her head up and down and side to side. "Good . . . now you know why we are so mean and MAKE you wear a helmit". "Two legs, two knees, two ankles, two feet, no blood." I then ask the question that always gets me in trouble-"So why are you crying?". "IT HURTS!!!" E yells. "Okay, calm down. Yeah, I do see some gravel and scrapes on the palm of your hand but not enough for that much crying."

She finally realizes that is about as much sympathy as she's going to get from me. I know we have to blame something or somebody to appease her anger, embarrassment, and pain. Aha! . . . I raised the seat. "E, it's probably my fault because I raised the seat too high" I volunteered, laying my pride and manhood on the alter of parenthood. She found this an acceptable sacrifice and the crying became more of a subtle whimper. "Okay . . . standup" I said. "But it hurts" she said. "Hmmmm. Well, you can stay here and hurt and maybe get run over or eaten by crows. Or you can buck up, take it to the house and hurt there. Regardless, you are going to hurt", I try to explain. It is at that time that I get THE LOOK. All family members, including the dogs, the cat, the hamster, know THE LOOK. Cool, now she can focus on her anger instead of the pain.

She gets up and trys to get on the bike. Whether she's scared or actually hurting, I don't know but it took her a couple of minutes to start pedaling. She and Susan pedal along at a very slow pace while MAC and I go on ahead and do another mile while Susan and E take it home. We go inside when we're done and I can't help but chuckle at the ice on the wrist and all the bruises and scrapes on E. I apologize to her and explain that it all part of being a kid and growing up. She settles down and we all sort of discuss and laugh about it. Susan serves dinner-Thai noodles and shrimp. Homemade. Let's see . . . authentic Thai food if pretty hot . . . . E takes a bite, sticks out her tongue and says "GREAT, now I have a boo boo on my tongue!!!"

We'll see what adventures await us when we go for a run this afternoon.