Resoled, Sold & Souled
December 12, 2009


Running of late has been centered around training for the Surf City Marathon. I have, however, hit a stumbling block of sorts in that my shoes at or after 10 miles are killing me. I knew this relative to the half-marathon (the pain that is) but I just assumed that it was the greater distance that was tweaking me and my body would right itself in time. Wrong.

The pain in my knee as well as the pain in my hip did not subside. I thought I would be getting new shoes. What I got instead was resoled. While I am a bit put off at having to pay an extra $60 for soles in a pair of shoes that cost $100+ it beat the hell out of the alternative, a new $100+ pair of shoes. With more than a little concern in the ‘what if it doesn’t solve the problem’ vein, I bought the soles, I set the soles and the pain in the knees is GONE. YAY! The pain in my hip that appears to be a bona fide injury. More on that as information becomes available.

Suffices to say while working this drama out my training schedule has taken a hit and I am concerned. 13 miles I know I’ve got, 26 not so sure.  Speaking of…


Early last month my job assignment at work got switched around, again. The net result has been that I’ve been working locally rather than across country. I’ve never been particularly interested in this assignment and was quite frankly resentful of having gotten it. Turns out, there is a reason I am not in charge. More than one undoubtedly! I mentioned in an earlier post, a need to work a second program and getting a handle on that has necessitated my being local.


Up to this point in the last year I have worked my Al-Anon program as my primary program. To that end I have recently completed my 4th and 5th steps. I have no year one or year-end epiphany to share. It’s been a long year. I have learned a lot. There is a lot more to learn and a lot more work to do.  If there is anything I can say unequivocally now, it is that there is nowhere else I would rather be.

In terms of sobriety? The sum total is this. I have been ‘planting my ass’ in a seat since the spring. I gave up the decision to get or not get sober to God in July. I got my answer in early October. I currently have 50 days.


128.74 or 13.1 miles
October 15, 2009

13.1 Miles



Ran my first half marathon this month. 13.1 miles in the San Jose Rock n’ Roll Marathon. It was a gorgeous day. Of course, I started out bitching. It was cold. I wanted to have pants on instead of shorts. Turns out though, I can’t/ won’t run if I am hot. I have had my worst runs while wearing pants, without fail. I twittered my bitching and got a near immediate response which, whatever it actually read, registered as ‘suck it up.’ (Thanks, Lady.)

Gorgeous day. Did I mention that? Could not have asked for better weather. Just over 10,000 runners. I had my best run to date. Covered the greatest distance to date. (10.5 was best in terms of miles prior to the 1/2 marathon.) I ran my best time. When I registered I signed up for a 3.5 hour completion time. I actually ran the run in 2:39:15.








I began running in December of last year. The goal was to quit smoking. The deal with me is I am not going to quit anything until it hurts bad enough. I quit smoking in March. In April for my birthday my BFF gave me a Runner’s Diary. It is only since then that I have logged my mileage. Thus, my 6 month (year to date) total is 128.74. 110.54 of those miles occurred prior to the half marathon. That’s right!! 100+ miles of training to pull out 13.1. This ‘habit’ works for me on so many levels it is ridiculous.


Next up? The Surf City Marathon.



The view from Surf City

The view from Surf City

The Happy & The Crappy VII
September 29, 2009

Tis the season! For a new layout that is and black and orange seemed right! Also, I wanted more widget options thus I required a more ‘flexible’ theme.

New theme, new step. I have just begun my 4th step. Moving at the speed of drying paint over here folks. Of course, ‘It doesn’t matter how slow you go as long as you don’t stop.’

Fantastic music month!!!! Highlights for me include PJ’s,  Backspacer! AIC’s, Black Gives Way to Blue and though not ‘new’ in the just released sense of the word Kim Virant’s, Songs from a Small House.

The half-marathon is on Sunday. Last night I was excited.  Today I’m thinking this is not gonna happen. File that under CRAPPY.

1,001 Tangents: Running, Rambling, Networking and the Like
August 11, 2009

Step 3. Over and over and over again. I tripped and fell and smacked my head repeatedly on step 3 yesterday. It was awesome. Tripping and falling and smacking my own head may well be what this entire post is about. Let’s find out?


On Running…

I said I would put up some pics and so I shall. The pics included here cover my favorite stopping point along the route I run. It’s the inlet which feeds into the wildlife preserve just on the other side of the beach.

The bridge over my favorite waters!

The bridge over my favorite waters!

This second photo is the view out from the bridge. It’s easily the coolest point (literally) in my run as there is always a breeze coming in off the water.
The view from the bridge.

The view from the bridge.

And last, though, certainly not least! These are the new “PINK” shoes I am relying on to get myself to this point and all other points in my running.
Why wouldn't I have Barbie cross-trainers?
Why wouldn’t I have Barbie cross-trainers?

Okay, okay. That’s it for running.

On Rambling…

I’m thinking the scope of what I try and include here needs to be expanded. There are very few things in this life that I know I am passionate about and I don’t spend nearly as much time as I should with those things. Thus, heretofore, in this space and all my other spaces as well there must be more MUSIC and more BOOKS.

On Networking…

Yesterday, we had a family emergency. No one knew how to get a hold of the immediate family involved. We’ve grown up and old and out of touch. We no longer or simply never had anything in common, so, we need not know how to reach each other. Wrong. After hours of frantic phone calls, messages, texts and the like…connections were made and re-made. There really is no excuse for it… at least not from a technological stand point. Which leaves nothing but ourselves to look at. That’s always a little rough.  

Stride Right.
July 14, 2009

It’s been a little while since I’ve felt a need to sit down and write out anything. I’m not sure if that is good or bad. There are a couple of cool experiences worth noting though and Iwould be remiss if I did not get to them .  First, there was my magical run.


Magical Mileage

Since I am confessing shortcomings, it occurs to me that I have not taken any pictures of the route that I have been running which is silly because the beach is beautiful. So, I will at some point snap a photo or two to include in a future post. Here’s the important thing though I began running before I quit smoking in the interest of motivating myself. How that works is, I will NOT quit anything until it HURTS bad enough. To that end, I began running in December of last year and I quit smoking in March of this year. Having been a smoker for years it stood to reason that my mileage, constancy and stamina SUCKED ASS for months. About 3 miles was my limit. After I quit, however, I expected to see improvement in all facets of my running and as is my nature I expected said results IMMEDIATELY.

After a few weeks, about mid-May, appalled by lack of improvement in my running, it happened that I was able to run with a friend. Doing so radically improved my constancy in that I was simply matching my pace to hers. The net result was that I simply had to run through physical pangs AND run by visual markers that I had long been using as my cues to break my run to walk. In short, the ‘great’ strides I wanted in constancy I got* in the space of a single run with my friend.

By June I was back to being pissed. There had been no improvement much less ‘great’ strides made in my over all mileage. I managed to get from 3 miles to maybe 4.5. Which is obviously useless.** I had begun bitching to my friends that what I wanted was nothing short of a MAGICAL FIX for my mileage issue. I did NOT want to run any further or work any harder I just wanted my mileage to leap forward. You KNOW a MIRACLE? Why not?


Don’t Leave Before The Miracle Happens.

To fully appreciate this I will have to digress a bit. You see, I can be a bit of an ass. When I said, I want magical improvement? I meant every word. Why not? Well, because I know that’s not REALISTIC. I KNOW that is NOT going to happen. I KNOW God will fail. Yes, you read me. I will set God up to fail, that’s who I am. I will set everyone I know up to FAIL to meet my expectations. No, my expectations need not be REASONABLE if they were then you might not fail! Then what? Fucking chaos. So, in my secret sick game I want a MAGICAL FIX to my running mileage and when that doesn’t happen, I get to keep nursing my long standing deep seeded God ‘hates me’ beliefs. See how that works?

OK. So, it’s the end of June and miracle of miracles (pun fully intended) my friend and I wind up on the same schedule for one day and we are able to run together. She has been in training as a runner for well over a year and her knowledge of all things running far surpasses mine. I’m running or out running a particular demon, she runs as an athlete. This matters. We head off, marking our start time and ultimately hit the beach. It was just after our arrival there that we separated, I can’t match her pace indefinitely. So she’s off and I am bringing up the rear. An hour later? She passes me heading back toward the start and we chat.

Her, “how far you going?”

 Me, “At least 4 miles. Dog Beach.”


Me, “Dog Beach.”

Her, “We’re at 4 miles, here.”

Me, “What?” 

Her, “Dog Beach is about 4 miles. ONE WAY. This spot (WHERE WE ARE STANDING) is 3.8.”

Me, “I’m so confused.”

Her, “Keep going. Don’t let the mileage throw you.”

So, I run. When I return, that is when I get the lesson in setting the stride on my pedometer. Turns out, pedometers do not MAGICALLY calibrate themselves. Thus, my run to Dog Beach…the same STUPID ASS RUN…I’ve been doing for weeks…clocking as 4.5 miles is ACTUALLY 7.1. I’m kind of an ASS.  And GOD has got a sense of humor y’all. Not one extra step. Not an ounce more effort on my part. Just a ‘magical’ increase in my mileage. The moral of this story? Careful what you ask for, YOU may be the punch line.


*Constancy is relative. For the most part mine has improved but a crap run is a crap run.

**Why useless? I am a perfectionist and 4.5 isn’t good enough so I’ve a tendency to be dismissive when shit doesn’t work out EXACTLY as i think it should.


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