Midsummer Run
End of Summer Run
Fall for Running
Chesire Cat Challenge
S/t about zombies
Monday, July 29, 2013
Virtual races that I need to remember to register for
Princess Challenge II
Midsummer Run
End of Summer Run
Fall for Running
Chesire Cat Challenge
S/t about zombies
Midsummer Run
End of Summer Run
Fall for Running
Chesire Cat Challenge
S/t about zombies
The Blerch! Gaaah!
It's my fault, of course. I let watching The Exorcist (yes, I think religion-based horror is slightly more entertaining when watched on Sunday nights...I also like to listen to Carol King on Tuesdays) cloud my judgement. As a a result, I was deeply behind schedule this morning. I let the Blerch win. There was no way I was going to try to do anything on such an abysmal lack of sleep. My entire schedule is going to be revamped as a result, which will throw off my rhythm a bit. None that meets the definition of a workout-plan crisis.
C'est la guerre.
C'est la guerre.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
"Movie Moments"
Do you ever have one of those "Movie Moments" when you are out running? Those times when your stride is just right and the song playing on your iPod perfectly captures the moment like the soundtrack to your own personal life story...even nature sometimes falls in line with these perfect moments? I had one this morning. Just as the chorus of U2's "Beautiful Day" began during my run, the sun cracked the horizon. I turned the corner on my route to where I was running towards the sun. The brighter the sun shone, the faster I ran in its direction, like a child running into the embrace of her mother. I love moments like that. :)
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
A lovely morning
After winning a battle with the Sloth Monster this morning, I got up to prepare to run. My dog woke me up 10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. It may be time to bring the spray-bottle-that-is-intended-for-cats out of retirement. Still, I got up and prepared to run, leaving five minutes earlier than planned. With
Irene Cara's What A Feeling playing and "Black Girls RUN!" emblazoned
across my chest, I went out this morning after getting up at 5:30 and
ran 1.76 mi. around my area. Surprisingly, there were no other runners
out (of course, they were probably done by 5:30) but I did see another
chica out walking. There was only one other person out exercising this
morning. She waved at me and I shot her a peace
sign.
I got home with enough time to spare to be able to treat myself to a leisurely breakfast, complete with coffee in my perfectly shaped coffee cup. I even managed to brew the coffee well and not make the strong, brain-burning stuff that has become a norm for me.
Lovely morning, lovely breakfast.
I got home with enough time to spare to be able to treat myself to a leisurely breakfast, complete with coffee in my perfectly shaped coffee cup. I even managed to brew the coffee well and not make the strong, brain-burning stuff that has become a norm for me.
Lovely morning, lovely breakfast.
Monday, July 22, 2013
The new order
The schedule was redone and going considerably better! My food list for this week is done, my workout planner was done weeks ago, and even though today had room for improvement it is still considerably better than last week!
A small walk was taken today, more for my dog than for me. She dragged me the entire way, as usual. We had just walked to the door when the sky exploded and very cold, very heavy rain fell. That walk was pleasant and refreshing, despite the brevity. I am glad some order has been established. Progress cannot be found in chaos.
A small walk was taken today, more for my dog than for me. She dragged me the entire way, as usual. We had just walked to the door when the sky exploded and very cold, very heavy rain fell. That walk was pleasant and refreshing, despite the brevity. I am glad some order has been established. Progress cannot be found in chaos.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
The right to panic
This post isn't about running or general health and wellbeing, but there is definitely the presence of a psychological sickness that needs to be unveiled.
I vividly remember my mother--after telling my brothers that they weren't allowed to dress like Kris Kross--saying to me with a panic in her voice that my brothers "don't understand they can't dress that way". In that panicked voice she expressed her fears of her sons being what she called "marked".
I remember when I was stopped by a cop who first accused me of stealing my car, then said I smelled like drugs, then accused me of being drunk. After I demanded his badge number, he wrote me a ticket for speeding. I remember a year later, his wife waiting for me outside of a church and in her panicked voice expressing concern that he had "done something" to me because according to her, he "does things like that".
I remember my brother coming to my home one night because he promised to look at my tires. He walked from my mom's home to mine, which is a block in distance. This street was one of the routes we took every year as kids when we went trick-or-treating. I remember the look of pain and anger on his face. He told me that he had been stopped and questioned to why he was out walking in the neighborhood where he grew up.
I remember last night feeling a sick relief that I have no children, because I can't imagine the panic so many mothers were feeling.
When you are profiled, your life is in danger because the type of people that profile have already justified to themselves that they have the right to hurt you. The verdict for the Zimmerman trial has expanded the realm of profilers. Now civilians have permission to profile.
So don't you dare tell me not to be angry, and don't you dare tell me not to panic.
I vividly remember my mother--after telling my brothers that they weren't allowed to dress like Kris Kross--saying to me with a panic in her voice that my brothers "don't understand they can't dress that way". In that panicked voice she expressed her fears of her sons being what she called "marked".
I remember when I was stopped by a cop who first accused me of stealing my car, then said I smelled like drugs, then accused me of being drunk. After I demanded his badge number, he wrote me a ticket for speeding. I remember a year later, his wife waiting for me outside of a church and in her panicked voice expressing concern that he had "done something" to me because according to her, he "does things like that".
I remember my brother coming to my home one night because he promised to look at my tires. He walked from my mom's home to mine, which is a block in distance. This street was one of the routes we took every year as kids when we went trick-or-treating. I remember the look of pain and anger on his face. He told me that he had been stopped and questioned to why he was out walking in the neighborhood where he grew up.
I remember last night feeling a sick relief that I have no children, because I can't imagine the panic so many mothers were feeling.
When you are profiled, your life is in danger because the type of people that profile have already justified to themselves that they have the right to hurt you. The verdict for the Zimmerman trial has expanded the realm of profilers. Now civilians have permission to profile.
So don't you dare tell me not to be angry, and don't you dare tell me not to panic.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
It's time for a change: Lifestyle Makeover Challenge
This
used to be my norm years ago. It was a perfect flow and I lost a ton of
weight from it. It's time to rediscover this mindset!
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Getting back on track!
I went to bed late again, and woke up late again. But instead of declaring the morning to be lost, I got up and did 1.06 mi. Sealed the deal with some yoga when I got home. The gameplan was to do 1.25, but that heat and humidity had other ideas! Hopefully I can go back out tonight and get some more distance!
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