Last week, the gods of running smiled down upon me. Most of you are probably already laughing, since you already know that the gods of running rarely smile on me. That, or their sense of humor is extremely warped. OK, their humor is probably extremely warped.
First, I’ll give a bit of the back story for those who may not know. For 2 years, my friend, Amy, was my trusty running partner. She was the navigator and the pacer. I was the trainer (go ahead and laugh) and the water/fuel girl. Amy LITERALLY held me back – but that was a good thing. When I would get in “the zone” and start to speed up, she would grab me and tell me to slow down!!! I embraced training without her, though – and when I had to run without her I did my own thing when I wanted and how I wanted (which, I admit, wasn’t the SMARTEST approach I could have taken….note running gods’ warped sense of humor.) And unless you’ve been living under a rock, or this is the first time reading my blog, I ran my first marathon on a bum ITB and had to take 7 weeks off before I could start slowly running again (which was, no doubt, directly related to the way I trained without a partner).
Training post-marathon/ITB rehab has been going fairly well. I have occasional aches and pains; of course at least one of my muscle groups is ALWAYS tight, but I have been dealing with the issues as they arise in a surprisingly smart fashion, especially for me.
Last week, I crossed paths with another runner….in my hometown. That is noteworthy, people. That’s not to say that there aren’t runners in my hometown (because there are plenty). I just don’t know of any that consistently run the distances that I like to run <read: not as obsessive as Jen>. It just so happens that he recently moved to town and needed to know places to run (and wouldn’t mind having a running partner). We exchanged numbers and were able to coordinate running together last week. If you are a runner, you know that finding a running partner that is compatible with you is…..well, difficult. (And if you are an introvert, this is very reason that you never seek out running partners in the first place.) I think we both felt that it is a good fit, and since he is a good pacer, it’s a GREAT fit for me! Our first run felt a lot like Crazy Jen going to confession. Clearly he needed to know what a running nut he was dealing with (to make an informed decision, of course), so I rehashed all the stupid things I have done in the name of the run. But the good thing is that he doesn’t care that I’m crazy, or is just THAT desperate for someone to run with, so it looks like it’s going to work out for both of us! 🙂
This weekend was a whirlwind of volleyball (I know….what’s new??) First, the team that Taylor coaches was playing in the Mid-East Qualifier in St. Louis. USAV sanctions a handful of qualifiers across the country and the WINNING team (singular) per division is awarded a bid to USAV Junior Nationals in June. Taylor’s team was playing in a division with 100 other teams and her team made it into the Gold bracket, which was the top 16 of the tournament! They ended up losing the first match of the Gold bracket to the eventual winner of the division, which effectively ended their hunt for a bid, but she was so proud of how her team ended up.
On the fight into St. Louis, Taylor said the guy next to her kept bending over and talking to his feet. She wasn’t quite sure how to react, so she asked if he was talking to her. He said no…..he was talking to his Dachshund, who was IN his carry-on bag!
She got the biggest kick out of it!
Too bad that she left them on the counter, which means we didn’t get to share any with her teammates.
On Saturday, we were in a terribly weak pool. Even though we were seeded 2nd in the pool, we easily won every game. No one scored on us more than 16 points per set all day. Alli served at least 50 points, which is CRAZY! She was on a roll and her serves were smokin’ hot! Since the facility was 1.5 hours from home, we reserved a hotel room for the night (because I KNEW we would be back at the gym by 7 AM!) and ate dinner with one of her teammates.
I wish my camera could have captured how wide their eyes got when the server brought out the apple pie. First, she poured cream onto a hot plate, then added the apple pie and topped it with a scoop of ice cream. They enjoyed every bite!
I knew that the bracket would be tough for us on Sunday, because were some decent 12s teams in the tournament. We easily beat the first team we faced, but met our match in the second round. This team attacked every ball, played great defense and tough serves, but the thing that threw us off was the way they worked the net. We haven’t faced many teams that are good at blocking and working the net, so we had some adjustments to make in that regard. Our little Frogs hung tight and battled for every point, played great defense and attacked the ball, but we eventually dropped the first set 22-25. The second set was a nail-biter, with each team trading points, keeping the game basically tied until it was 14-all. At that point, the wind blew out of our sails and we started struggling, making mistakes that I have never seen from this team. The loss put us at 5th place in the tournament of 21 teams, which is pretty good for a bunch of 10 year olds! 🙂
I saw this shirt at the tournament and joked that I NEED it! LOL No…..I wouldn’t actually wear it. But it was fun to joke about it!!
Happy Monday everyone!!