Trolls are no longer confined to bridges
No matter how careful you are – as a runner or a cyclist – when you are out on the road, you are literally at the mercy of others. Safety is always at the front of my mind; I am careful about picking the safest routes available to me. I consider the area of town, visibility (of myself and other cars/people), the amount of traffic, the time of day and, yes, dogs. I wear bright clothing, reflective gear in poor lighting and get as close to the edge of the pavement as possible when cars are passing. I don’t listen to music which helps me stay alert. But sometimes, it doesn’t matter what I do. Some people will always be hazardous to others when they are behind the wheel.
Last Tuesday, just after starting my run, I was at an intersection. Because this tends to be a busy intersection and I was also turning right, I was on the right hand side of the street. It seems easier to try to cross there, because when cars turn I can stay out of their way better. With one foot on the pavement and one in the grass, I looked back to make sure traffic was clear. As I turned back around, a car literally came within 6″ of hitting me. This person cut the corner so much that she was completely in the other lane of traffic (thank goodness there wasn’t a car rolling into the Stop sign) and obviously very close to not even being on the road at all. I threw my hands up to get my arms out of the way and watched her speed off as if nothing had happened. Several friends later asked why I didn’t bang on the hood….I was too busy trying not to die!
I. WAS. SO. PISSED. I wasn’t angry about the possibility of being killed as much as I was angry that she could have taken me out of running for quite a while…or forever. Many may feel that my anger was misplaced and that I should have been more concerned about my mortality. I’ve spent quite a bit of time this year out of the game due to injury. And I just returned to running on August 4. And I have several races coming up. All I could think about was not being well enough to run those races….or run ever! (OK….I already spend a lot of time thinking about not running these races because of the Year of Injury, but that was all MY doing.) I spent the entire run trying to keep my emotions in check because it was supposed to be an “easy” run, and a flaming pace would not have qualified. Somehow I managed to run the slower than turtle pace so I ended up winning. 🙂
My sister seemed a little concerned that she had come so close to getting the “next-of-kin” call had I been hurt. Thank goodness I finally remembered to tell her a couple months ago that she was a contact on my RoadID and please answer her cell if strange numbers called.
Moo-ving on to greener pastures
The jury is still out on the Newton Gravity III. I’ve been out in them twice and each time my calves were screaming after the first mile. Both times I stopped to walk it out. And both times my calves calmed down after the walk break. However, the shoe is a lower drop than my Newton Fate and considering the trouble I had with the heel fracture, I am not sure if moving into this shoe is in my best interest right now. I may give them one more try, just to see if there has been an improvement. I know I’m not willing to risk my upcoming races in order to work my way into them.
Soooooo I ran a 7 mile long run this weekend. Truth be told, my ankles began to get fatigued around mile 6. Instead of panicking, I tried thinking logically for once. (Hopefully this won’t be my next downfall.) I reminded myself that in building mileage there will be aches and pains as my body adjusts, especially after a stress fracture. I realized that my ankles weren’t feeling painful, but just felt tired. I decided to stop if the feeling worsened….but it never did. 🙂 I was more stiff than usual – probably because I didn’t have time to properly stretch between my run and church, HOWEVER I spent some QT with my foam roller later in the day and that stiffness went away!
The amazing thing is what I’ve accomplished in less than a month. I returned to running on 8/3 with a 30 min run consisting of slow 2:1 run/walk intervals. I can’t believe that I started with that little interval run then progressed to 7 miles in less than 30 days and I managed to somehow get almost 60 miles this month. I truly feel blessed!
Family stuff is fun!
As much as I miss officiating, I am so glad that I made the decision to take the season off. I was absolutely exhausted and didn’t realize how much until I had a break from it. I haven’t stayed caught up on household tasks since I started reffing. I still can’t believe that I have the time to do what needs to be done! Scheduling runs and workouts is easy – I can’t believe I don’t have to move mountains to get it all done! But the BEST part is the time I am able to spend with my family. Alli loves it. She did not like me being gone to spend time watching other people’s kids play volleyball. Logan and I have been to the movies several times and I have enjoyed spending time with him more than I can describe! I think Bobby likes me being home, too, since I am more likely to cook a decent meal if I am physically present in the house. 🙂
This weekend, the family (minus Alli) went to see Straight Outta Compton. What an amazing movie! I can’t say enough good things about it, but the thing I can’t get out of my head is – Ice Cube’s son looks JUST LIKE HIM!! And I still wonder if the mother of the 8-year-old in the theater even cared what she brought her son to see? Great movie, but NOT for young children.
Ohhhhhhh! Alli got a Guinea Pig. At first, she named it University of Texas until I explained that maybe Bevo would be a better name, since that is UT’s mascot. She and Bobby have sworn on everything that they have that I will not be taking care of this animal, because, let me tell you – I WILL NOT be taking care of this animal!
On Sunday, we took Alli’s friend Sarah to Painting with a Twist for her birthday. We really didn’t have any idea what to give Sarah for her birthday, so I suggested we give her memories instead of “stuff”. It was a lot of fun and the class was small enough that they got a lot of attention from the instructor!
Living vicariously through my niece
My niece, Laura, is off on her next adventure. She was an exchange student in college, spending a semester in Spain. A few years ago, she spent a year in Guatemala working with the organization, Common Hope, modeling US reading strategies to teachers there in order to boost their education system. I’m pretty sure our family was the ONLY reason she came back. She and her boyfriend, Michael, took off last week to spend 3ish months in Vietnam and Malaysia. She sent her first weekly update, with pictures, and OH MY GOSH!!! I am so jealous. What a wonderful experience! I’ve always admired Laura’s adventurous spirit, and I think that I may have raised an adventurous spirit of my own in Taylor. I just hope Taylor will drag me along on some of her adventures. 🙂
Is it a bad sign when your alarm goes off on Tuesday, yet you’re confused because you think it’s Saturday? Nah…