3.02 miles 37:39 12:28 pace 5:30 pm 84 degrees
I'm watching a story on the news about a 23 y/o man who collapsed while running in the very park where I run. He suffered cardiac arrest and a couple driving by (saw him and) stopped. They performed CPR until the paramedic squad arrived. The guy spent several days in the hospital and now has an implanted pacemaker/defibrillator. He lived because somebody knew what to do and did it.
Damn.
That's about a million kinds of awesome.
©Michelle Scofield, October 15, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Saturday 11
11:02 miles 2:21:55 12:53 pace 6:45 am 75 degrees
Almeda to Hermann Drive to Montrose to Allen Parkway. Along the Bayou Bend Trail for awhile. Out and Back route.
Lots of friendly runners out this morning. I wore my bright green Houston Half and Relay shirt. It's fun to come across another runner wearing the same shirt. You kind of have to say "Hi!" and smile. :) I think I saw 4 others today.
The Bayou Bend Trail is good for me because it's got a lot of inclines and declines. It's part of the Houston Marathon course - the part where my language gets especially colorful.
I'm still waivering. I have no idea if I'll actually run the marathon. I've even considered setting up an appointment with a sports psychologist. I'm so freaking TIRED. My bloodwork was fine. My physical exam was fine. I just don't know.
I got counseling when the shit hit the fan last spring but maybe it's affecting me in this aspect of my life, too. Why not?
Anyway...
Here's something that happened today along Montrose. It was just barely dawn. (I left my place while it was still dark.) I was on the sidewalk and I approached a woman walking her dog. The dog was tiny. The woman was tiny. I hoped the woman could hear me. I didn't want to frighten her. She spun around when I was about 20 feet away. She was carrying a very big piece of wood - kind of like a club. Her voice was like gravel. "Hey! Good Morning! Let us move over. Humans have the right of way." And the little lady, her little dog, and her very big stick moved off the sidewalk as I passed by. I looked back over my shoulder and thanked her and wished her a good day. "No problem, sweetie! Now, keep running!" Something tells me for her there are no problems.
©Michelle Scofield, October 11, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Almeda to Hermann Drive to Montrose to Allen Parkway. Along the Bayou Bend Trail for awhile. Out and Back route.
Lots of friendly runners out this morning. I wore my bright green Houston Half and Relay shirt. It's fun to come across another runner wearing the same shirt. You kind of have to say "Hi!" and smile. :) I think I saw 4 others today.
The Bayou Bend Trail is good for me because it's got a lot of inclines and declines. It's part of the Houston Marathon course - the part where my language gets especially colorful.
I'm still waivering. I have no idea if I'll actually run the marathon. I've even considered setting up an appointment with a sports psychologist. I'm so freaking TIRED. My bloodwork was fine. My physical exam was fine. I just don't know.
I got counseling when the shit hit the fan last spring but maybe it's affecting me in this aspect of my life, too. Why not?
Anyway...
Here's something that happened today along Montrose. It was just barely dawn. (I left my place while it was still dark.) I was on the sidewalk and I approached a woman walking her dog. The dog was tiny. The woman was tiny. I hoped the woman could hear me. I didn't want to frighten her. She spun around when I was about 20 feet away. She was carrying a very big piece of wood - kind of like a club. Her voice was like gravel. "Hey! Good Morning! Let us move over. Humans have the right of way." And the little lady, her little dog, and her very big stick moved off the sidewalk as I passed by. I looked back over my shoulder and thanked her and wished her a good day. "No problem, sweetie! Now, keep running!" Something tells me for her there are no problems.
©Michelle Scofield, October 11, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Extreme
3.07 miles 38:09 12:26 pace 5:30 pm 81 degrees
Extreme. That's what the weather guy says about the ragweed levels. I could have told you that. I've been achooing through the last 3 days. He said today is a tough one for runners - what with the rising temperature/humidity and the allergen levels. I think he should go as Captain Obvious for Halloween.
That's all I've got. I have to go find a Kleenex.
Happy Thursday.
©Michelle Scofield, October 10, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Extreme. That's what the weather guy says about the ragweed levels. I could have told you that. I've been achooing through the last 3 days. He said today is a tough one for runners - what with the rising temperature/humidity and the allergen levels. I think he should go as Captain Obvious for Halloween.
That's all I've got. I have to go find a Kleenex.
Happy Thursday.
©Michelle Scofield, October 10, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
A Tick Toward Yes
6:03 miles 1:15:12 12:27 pace 5:30 pm 80 degrees
Subtle turn in my attitude. It's like my mood turned a corner and I found myself lacing up for the runs this week with pleasure, not dread. No streamers, no balloons. I didn't see fireworks. It just happened. I'll take it and I hope to keep it.
©Michelle Scofield, October 9, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Subtle turn in my attitude. It's like my mood turned a corner and I found myself lacing up for the runs this week with pleasure, not dread. No streamers, no balloons. I didn't see fireworks. It just happened. I'll take it and I hope to keep it.
©Michelle Scofield, October 9, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Give me a "D"!
3.01 miles 35:58 11:57 pace 5:10pm 80 degrees
No, I didn't tank a test. In fact I passed a bunch of them. I went to my doctor and she ran a slew of labwork, trying to figure out the source of this fatigue and my leg cramps. No answers. I consider that a good thing. I'm going to continue to eat a balanced diet, rest when tired, and surround myself with positive people.
"D" is for Dance!
I decided to run with music this evening. Instead of shuffling through my library, I'm working through them in alphabetical order. (Unmedicated Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can be FUN, boys and girls!) I'm up to the D's. There are a lot of songs that have "dance" in the title and that means my run soundtrack was extra-kicky and happy.
I danced in the street and in the dark with David Bowie and Lady Gaga and I felt like a Dancing Queen with ABBA.
Then Prince came on with Darling Nikki, and well...you know.
That's a whole different kind of dancing.
I love me some old-school Prince.
M
©Michelle Scofield, October 8, 2013 All Rights Reserved
No, I didn't tank a test. In fact I passed a bunch of them. I went to my doctor and she ran a slew of labwork, trying to figure out the source of this fatigue and my leg cramps. No answers. I consider that a good thing. I'm going to continue to eat a balanced diet, rest when tired, and surround myself with positive people.
"D" is for Dance!
I decided to run with music this evening. Instead of shuffling through my library, I'm working through them in alphabetical order. (Unmedicated Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can be FUN, boys and girls!) I'm up to the D's. There are a lot of songs that have "dance" in the title and that means my run soundtrack was extra-kicky and happy.
I danced in the street and in the dark with David Bowie and Lady Gaga and I felt like a Dancing Queen with ABBA.
Then Prince came on with Darling Nikki, and well...you know.
That's a whole different kind of dancing.
I love me some old-school Prince.
M
©Michelle Scofield, October 8, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Decision Decided
6.02 miles 1:16:59 12:47 pace 7:15 am 79 degrees
I'm dropping back to Hal Higdon's Novice 2 marathon training schedule. The Intermediate schedule was overwhelming me. My paid work (AKA: job) is draining enough. Add in the commute and I was resenting having to come home and run 3 nights a week and every Saturday and Sunday. I don't want to resent something which previously gave me a great deal of pleasure. I took a break for 2 nights this week, reset this morning and I feel good about this decision.
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I started mine off with a visit to the Greek Festival in Montrose with great friends. We came back to my place after and enjoyed yummy desserts and talked for awhile. I'm so fortunate to have such kind, understanding, and smart (!) people in my life. This evening, I'm attending a couple of art events. Again, many friends to see. Tomorrow...still to be decided.
©Michelle Scofield, October 5, 2013 All Rights Reserved
I'm dropping back to Hal Higdon's Novice 2 marathon training schedule. The Intermediate schedule was overwhelming me. My paid work (AKA: job) is draining enough. Add in the commute and I was resenting having to come home and run 3 nights a week and every Saturday and Sunday. I don't want to resent something which previously gave me a great deal of pleasure. I took a break for 2 nights this week, reset this morning and I feel good about this decision.
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I started mine off with a visit to the Greek Festival in Montrose with great friends. We came back to my place after and enjoyed yummy desserts and talked for awhile. I'm so fortunate to have such kind, understanding, and smart (!) people in my life. This evening, I'm attending a couple of art events. Again, many friends to see. Tomorrow...still to be decided.
©Michelle Scofield, October 5, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Ego Issues
3.01 miles 36:57 12:17 pace 5:00 pm 81 degrees
I waivered. Would I or wouldn't I? I did but it was tough. So this is my way of working through the toughness. Fear not, Dear Reader. It's just what I have to do. My keyboard is my Analyst. :)
I'm fighting...what? Allergies? The beginning of a cold? I felt pretty miserable this weekend with a runny nose and gobbled Benadryl like candy. That made me groggy and dry. I thought I was better yesterday but my eyes were itchy and uncomfortable this morning. (I stayed up too late last night watching C-Span and cursing at the impasse in our nation's capital.) Late this morning I started feeling a little tickle in my throat. There was some painting going on in my clinic. I tried to chalk it up to that. By 3 pm I was feeling pretty punk. I took my temperature and it was a perfect 98.6. I came home and was feeling better. I put on my running shoes.
My mood is less than sparkling. I've had to check my ego a couple times already this week. This life is about a million other things than being liked or being popular. At 53 years old, I can still get zapped by things that used to hurt me when I was 13.
It's good to remember that under the graying hair and the crow's feet lives that girl. She was extremely outspoken and didn't like to be seen as weak or vulnerable. She isolated herself and she didn't suffer fools - including herself. She was also less than unique. The world is full of grown up children. What else could we be?
Related to running, I'm dealing with: I'm. So. Slow.
This is not good for my training. Creeping up from below is a thought. "I can quit. I don't have to do this."
And living in the slime. Under that. "I'm not good enough."
The world is full of grown up children.
©Michelle Scofield, October 1, 2013 All Rights Reserved
I waivered. Would I or wouldn't I? I did but it was tough. So this is my way of working through the toughness. Fear not, Dear Reader. It's just what I have to do. My keyboard is my Analyst. :)
I'm fighting...what? Allergies? The beginning of a cold? I felt pretty miserable this weekend with a runny nose and gobbled Benadryl like candy. That made me groggy and dry. I thought I was better yesterday but my eyes were itchy and uncomfortable this morning. (I stayed up too late last night watching C-Span and cursing at the impasse in our nation's capital.) Late this morning I started feeling a little tickle in my throat. There was some painting going on in my clinic. I tried to chalk it up to that. By 3 pm I was feeling pretty punk. I took my temperature and it was a perfect 98.6. I came home and was feeling better. I put on my running shoes.
My mood is less than sparkling. I've had to check my ego a couple times already this week. This life is about a million other things than being liked or being popular. At 53 years old, I can still get zapped by things that used to hurt me when I was 13.
It's good to remember that under the graying hair and the crow's feet lives that girl. She was extremely outspoken and didn't like to be seen as weak or vulnerable. She isolated herself and she didn't suffer fools - including herself. She was also less than unique. The world is full of grown up children. What else could we be?
Related to running, I'm dealing with: I'm. So. Slow.
This is not good for my training. Creeping up from below is a thought. "I can quit. I don't have to do this."
And living in the slime. Under that. "I'm not good enough."
The world is full of grown up children.
©Michelle Scofield, October 1, 2013 All Rights Reserved
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