Break

The dust is gathering where I stand.
Now I know there's a crack in this plan.
After a while there just ain't no more magic, man.
I've got a need
I've got to know
Tell me the truth
Who is running my show?
Tell 'em I'm sorry but I just had to go.
My patience ran out
I've got to run
Out of a habit that used to be fun.
I just wanna break
Shake it , shake it, shake it off
Take off, break it off
Break, break
Break me out of here
You know what it's about
Now let me out
Get me out
Break...
I've got no more respect for the big man
Pulling me down to what he understands
He can't get his mind around no bigger plan.
No one's gonna tie me to this machine
Giving me formula, force-fed dreams
Get more hold on me than it seems.
My patience ran out
I've got to run
Out of a habit that used to be fun
I just wanna break
Shake it, shake it, shake it off
Take off, break it off
Break, break
Break me out of here
You know what it's about.
Now let me out
Get me out
Break...


If you hadn't guessed, I'm taking a break from blogging and posting on other sites for the next few weeks. There's just so much going on between my 30 year high school reunion (yeah, I know, I'm THAT old) , family visiting, run events, work, getting back to serious working out and everything else. In all of the chaos I need to gain some perspective with "people situations" and promises not kept (one of my biggest pet peeves) which I have no control over. I've been conscientious about leaving negativity out of my posts, and if I don't take a break now, my posts will take a very negative turn. I don't want to go there. I like being happy.

I'll be back to posting sometimes after the Fourth of July holiday.

Peace

Yellow

I thought I had it all figured out. I had plans to get myself to the gym this morning, since I didn't need to be at work today. I ended up sleeping in... I guess there's something to be said about still needing rest after a cold that KO'ed me.

Once I got up, my next door neighbor asked to borrow a few "greens cans" for his tree trimmings. Once I got outside to give him the cans, I realized what a gorgeous day it is, so I did some puttering in my hap-hazard garden that is volunteering to grow all by itself. This is what I found:



Yellow squash. Not just yellow quash, but a huge yellow squash. I was amazed that, even with neglect, some things still thrive. Such is nature, I suppose. It's not total neglect, the garden isn't as pretty as it was last year, but it's still making an effort to show me what it can do. Even the nasturtiums, zinnias, dianthus, and marigolds are doing okay. I guess there's a philosophical lesson in all of this, somewhere, but I just don't have the energy to analyze it at the moment. I'm just happy everything is growing and colorful. Maybe last year's efforts weren't in vain after all.



No gardening day would be complete without my trusty sidekick, Logan. She kept me company and chased away what ever bee happened to be near by.



Peace

Sand In My Shoes

The cold/flu is finally over! I guess it's really running a-muck because I keep hearing from others how they're getting over it or going through it.

My MIL wanted to have the whole family together to celebrate their 57th wedding anniversary, but the only weekend available for most of us was this past weekend. We all ended up at the Hotel Del Cornado , Friday through Sunday.



Since it was also my birthday on Saturday, hubbie sprung for a room with an ocean view!



It was very relaxing. I wished we could have been there longer, *just the two of us*, but it was still nice. For the first time in a few months, I really indulged in food and alcohol. A very good friend works as a manager there and he sent us over some wine upon our arrival and champagne for my birthday... Then there was the dinner for my in-laws AND the ginormous cake my friend sent over to the room after dinner... My husband and I took a couple of long walks on the beach and lounged around the pool, but it was no way considered workout. The pool-side Bloody-Mary's kinda changed that scenario... I plan on returning to workout mode sometimes this week, perhaps tomorrow. Eating is sorta on track but should be better by tomorrow.

It's time to change gears a little, now. It's back to more weight training and letting my legs recoup another week. My left knee is a little twingey but nothing serious. I have a 5k planned for the 4th of July and a half marathon planned for mid august.

One of the doctors I work with is planning to run in the Silver Strand Half Marathon in November, and asked if I wanted to join in. I'm intrigued but it's the same weekend my brother wants me to run with him up north. We'll see how it all pans out.

Peace

A Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy

A few people had asked me about the marathon and if I was disappointed that I didn't meet my goal of 5 hours even or less. I don't know why this question should surprise me, but it does. The first person to ask me that question was my former personal trainer. Do I look disappointed in the above picture? I'm not trying to be Ms. perky sunshine, or whatever, but I wasn't disappointed at all. I was more disappointed waking up marathon morning with the cold symptoms escalated, and disappointed that I couldn't get the Live Tracker on my phone to work. I was disappointed that my hubbie's timing chip quit working after the first 10k. The facts are that I came with in 2:47 minutes of meeting my goal and I crossed the finish line. I'm not trying to make the Olympic team or place a world record. It's just me, doing this for me, and nobody else. Ironically, time IS on my side. I still cut 11 minutes off of last year's time, and about 28 minutes off of my first marathon time. I PR'ed all of my splits. I'm progressively getting faster. Sure, I was fatigued even before I got into the higher miles, and I had several conversations in my head about "what am I doing?" The stubborn runner in me didn't want to quit for a cold, and this was the big day. I did my thing. I wasn't alone, though. At the last mile, I walked with a young lady who said she had trained to run the marathon in 4:30, had knee problems and was hobbling and trying to jog to the end. She was just happy to be at that point in the race, knowing that the finish was just around the bend. The Rock N'Roll Marathon is one big party, 26.2 miles long, sore limbs and all. I was thrilled to be at the finish line and see the clock time at 5:11, knowing that my chip time would be better. I'm always happy to receive that medal around my neck.

The couple of days after the marathon, my cold overtook any muscle soreness. There wasn't much I could do about it, but rest. A visit to the chiropractor was a tremendous relief, and a pedicure was like heaven. I'm on the mend, finally, back at work, and I'm looking forward to a 3 day weekend at the beach for my birthday on Saturday.

Peace