October 30, 2009

Unfocused Running

I can't stay focused. There is so much to do. I have family coming in town tonight, my bathroom is still under some construction, I'm packing to go to Miami for the 'Race from Hell', and I'm supposed to work today.


I walk down the hall to put fresh towels in the bathroom and to put clean sheets on the bed when I notice dirt under my living room chairs. I pick up a broom to sweep when I notice stuff on the dining room table. I clean off the table when I glance in the kitchen and remember I need breakfast food for tomorrow's race and I need to start a list. I grab my paper and make a list and realize there are breakfast dishes in the sink. I start the dishes and remember I forgot to call the Church about my son's Confirmation classes that start on Sunday.

And so it goes.

I still need to put sheets on the bed.

On the ride to school this morning, it was 7:12 and I noticed it was 78 degrees. I am 100 miles north of the race. I said to my eldest, "Holy crap. Look at how hot the weather is. Tomorrow at this time... I'm going to be into mile 2 and it's going to be nearly 80. This is going to SUCK."

I continued as I spooled up even more. He was on his cell phone looking at the Miami weather predictions. Finally he put his cell phone down and said, "Face it, Mom. Tomorrow is going to be miserable."

In more ways than one.

I got out of the shower this morning and started cutting back my toenails in an effort to stave off losing anymore. I'm down one and have nine I'd like to keep. (I did lose the 2nd toe's nail in the VA Beach race.) It takes 10 months for a big toenail to grow back which means I have only had the one on my right foot, completely grown in for 4 weeks. I'm not ready to lose it again.

Yet I see it as an inevitability.

I am going with four women. We are splitting hotel rooms, doing dinner, and driving back and forth together. They are fast... I am not. This is going to be my slug race.

It's a Halloween race so my one gf, who was also my coach last year has been asking us if we're going to dress.


Is she nuts?

Folks, I am here to tell you, by mile 7, I want to be naked. I want nothing touching my body. I am hot, and sweaty, and icky and my hands and feet are blown up like balloons. If I were going to dress, I'd have to go as the Streaker from the 1970s with my only costume being running shoes. I'd be sans clothes and let me assure you, it would not be pretty. I'm the poster child of what a body looks like after three childbirths... saggy wrinkly skin and all.

God bless Eve for feeding Adam that apple. She knew what she was doing. We women in post child birth bodies have no business wearing fig leaves. She's written in history as sinning.


She just had forethought.

Anyway, I emailed my girlfriend back, .cc'ing everyone, on this thought of 'dressing for Halloween'. I said, "No way. This is going to be my worst race yet. I'm all about blending. I don't want to draw ANY attention to myself. As a matter of face, if I could, I'd dress as pavement to blend. I'd dress in black with a yellow line down the center of my body and run in the middle of the street."

So I'm off in a couple hours to work and then go to Miami where this should be my last race.

I think.

My mind says, "This is it!"

My feet say, "This is it!"

The endorphin addict within me, the damn junky, is saying, "Ohhh... I don't know.... there is always Palm Beach in December." The junky whispers, "It'll be cooooool out... the drive is so very close." And then she adds (my inner junky is a frickin' crack ho in my head), "Don't you want that t-shiiiiirt? Coooool medalllll... Prettyyyy..."

I'm off. Play nice...

Posted by Boudicca at October 30, 2009 08:32 AM

... good luck!.... I hope you keep your toenails!..... oww! oww! oww!.......

Posted by: Eric at October 30, 2009 02:06 PM

Such pretty feet...

Posted by: Toluca Nole at October 30, 2009 02:19 PM

LOL! You know this isn't it ;)

Posted by: PeggyU at October 30, 2009 02:24 PM

My God I'm sooooo tired just reading that! Of course every muscle in my body aches today after yesterday's pilates class (and not because I fell off the bosu... which I did, but I landed on my fat a** - heh).

I could walk a half marathon if it was cool enough. That weather would kill me! I do not do well on hot/humid weather and walking longer distances than 4 miles. Just can't.

Anyhow, I hope it all goes far better than you expect, but at the very least I want you to get that medal. LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at October 30, 2009 05:38 PM

The t shirt was frickin worth it!!! Wait till I put up a picture!!! (Love my blackberry.)

Posted by: Bou at October 30, 2009 08:21 PM

I run a lot too. My family just doesn't give me any trophies for it. :)

Posted by: Lemon Stand at October 30, 2009 08:23 PM

this is why we love you sooooo much. best of luck Bou !!!

Posted by: Mike D. at October 30, 2009 09:20 PM

Great race, not a great time... working on a post. I lived.

Posted by: bou at November 1, 2009 09:01 AM

Yay for Bou!

And my husband asked if you've heard of Z-Coil shoes.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at November 1, 2009 11:51 AM

The medal is mine! It is - My Preciousssss...

Posted by: Deen at November 2, 2009 01:50 PM