Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Half Marathon I Didn't Die In

A girl makes plans to run a half marathon in January in St. George because she is enticed by the possibility of a warm weather weekend.  She forgets that the months of Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays required to prepare for said weekend all must take place where she lives--which tends to be quite cold in winter.

So I didn't run a ton.  Toward the end I was only faithful to twice a week but have toughened up considerably since my first race two years ago that I trained for entirely on a treadmill.  I can handle running outdoors in the cold for the most part.  I also did a lot of Crossfit, so the non-running days were still getting work done. But still, I was aware of bad things coming.

I hear the most important time for sleep and quality food to fuel you for a race is the week prior.  Despite my best intentions, both eating and sleeping were quite sub-par, thus further shooting my race preparations to hell.

The day before the race I had cold chicken fingers for lunch and the night before the race I slept about three hours.*  I was unconcerned by then, however, because it was too late to care.  The race started and Summer said to me, "Wanna just do the 5K?" as we giggled about what a crap race this was going to  and took off.  I usually time/pace myself with a GPS watch but it's acting up; Summer brought hers instead but forgot to wear it, so we decided to not stress about it and just run for our lives.

I was amazed at how fun a race it turned out to be.  My dad and Fay were our cheering section and met us at random places around the route with snacks, along with some poster holders with a sign that said, "Go Amy, Heather, Summer and Emily!"  They didn't know it, but we counted their cheer for us as well.  We cruised up hills with zero problem, and even had some time to stop and take pictures along the way. 

The last two miles were grueling, just as the last two miles of any run are bad.  During the time my brain entered delirium it brought up the story of Bilbo Baggins, and I imagined myself trudging through a freezing dark forrest fighting for life. This mental adventure worked, and I ended up significantly beating my last half marathon time.  Book nerd that I am, it doesn't surprise me that I transcended into a story.  I just wonder why I made myself a Hobbit.

After race pictures: everything looks all sweet and happy here.
Here I am with my biggest fan.
 
This is how I really felt. I had charly horses in my hips.  Dumb Hobbit hips! 


Footnote:
*This sentence speaks Hemmingway, in case you didn't notice.




Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Abe Lincoln is the new It Man

Abraham Lincoln is lately trendy. He is overtaking popular culture all over the place. Have you noticed?

Evidence:

These are the new USPS stamps released January 1, 2013 in commemoration of the 150th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation, which President Lincoln signed January 1, 1863.


This is the first stamp of a civil rights set being issued this year.

 'Mixing his trend with another hot item.

I read the book over Christmas break. Pretty entertaining--LAME ending. It's also a movie, I hear it bites. The cover artwork is fabulous.

He's Hollywood's Latest Hearthrob-- even up for an Academy Award.

You know you are something when you make SNL (not for tender ears).



And, no one can truly transcend unless they are somehow attached to George Clooney.

 Clooney is Lincoln's half-first cousin five times removed

 Another box checked.

 Can't get enough of him via all of the above?

 Check out Lincoln's handwritten documents, address book, and taxes

 (That last one is for you, Emily Alley.)

I have always had a thing for tall & slender, dark, mysterious, driven men that are related to George Clooney.  So I'm actually way ahead of the trend here.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Wash Your Hands

I am a business manager for a charter school, but because I missed the classroom and a classroom here needed a teacher, I picked up teaching a 7th grade CTE (Careers and Technical Education) class. It's pretty awesome. I basically do fun activities with them. Well, I try to. They don't always turn out.

Today did, though.  Lately I'm teaching a Healthcare Careers unit. Today my mom Tam talked about being a CNA and my sis Kaylee talked about being a medical receptionist.  Tammie had the kids put glow lotion on, half of them then washed their hands and the other half de-germed with hand santizer. Then they put their hands under a black light to see what they missed. 

The moral of the story is: a 7th Grader's hands are gross.

This kid is obsessed with Jeeps.
 
 
It was great.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Post Break-up #2 To Do

Transition.

Here are the steps commonly involved in such a task:

Forced Calm.  It's not personal; it's business.
Incredulousness.  It's impossible that that really happened.
Peace.  This is where your love for the other person only lets you want the best for them. "If you love something, set it free..."
Perturbedness. This is where your memory kicks in.  "What the hell?!"
Melacholy.  Shoulda Woulda Coulda.
Jealousy.  It's best to let this one starve.  We always have a choice.
Acceptance.  Fine then!  Fine, ok, ok.  Fine.  I'm fine.  It's fine.  It's good.
Apathy.  "Weird that a while ago I had a serious boyfriend."

These steps may look orderly, but they're not.  Instead of consecutive keys on a piano; they're a song.  This is why you can't make a To Do list to get over someone, you have to just let yourself wake up to a melody in your head for a while. 
The steps aren't patient either.  They push and shove until they've each had enough of the spotlight.  Right when you feel like you're over it, you see an online post about a certain someone not sleeping because he's being kept up by a new girl.  Gag. 

My transition was a little awkward, because the break-up was sudden and unexpected for everyone else around me.  I had quite a few conversations similar to,

"Heather, Happy Holidays!  How are you and the boy?" 
"Holidays are going well!  Oh, we broke up!"
"Congratu...What??"
"We're not together anymore.  It's OK."
Silence.
"Oh."
I know the other probably wanted to end the conversation with "Merry Christmas!", but wasn't sure whether it's socially appropriate to wish a newly single person such a sentiment.

It is, so you know for the future.  Some break-ups might even bring merrier Christmases.

I am relieved to now be on the side of acceptance.  You know you're at this point when your mind is occupied with things other than all that stuff above, when you don't feel strongly in any direction about the person, and when you finally have a tinge of excitement for your new Friday night date. 

Sometimes I miss him when I am standing at my kitchen counter cutting up vegetables.  I would often get the daily message or call from him while right there doing just that.  I miss how I felt when I was with him and good he was at solving problems.  But, I no longer have burning questions to ask him or poignant observations to declare. As the Parable of the Cute Shirt (previous post) teaches, just because we like something doesn't mean we need it.  And, experience tells all of us, there is always something new around the corner. 

I must admit, I love the anticipation of what's around the corner. 

Parable of the Cute Shirt

**I originally wrote this post two years ago and discovered the concept eight years ago.  When searching for the post to link it to the one above, I realized I'd never published it.  Here it is, saved from abortion:


a really great shirt often takes precendence over the best-intended money goals.

one day a girl goes window shopping with her friends, determined to stick to her budget and just "look". then, she finds on a back rack the shirt that cannnot be passed over. i mean, true that buying it would blow the budget, but when would she find it again? besides, when making the budget she really wasn't planning on finding such a shirt. so the excuse slides in and the money goal is pushed to next month. then again, if one is really tricky, she can squeeze and twist her budget to meet her wants. she can sort of make this count, even though her re-vamped budget looks nothing like its original shape. sort of like trying to pour into a pair of too-tight jeans. admit it.
after this the girl feels a bit disappointed in her lack of discipline and knows she should have been better. but, she has the shirt now and knows it'll make up for it.

a couple of years ago i moonlighted evenings at Ann Taylor Loft to pay for my braces. my love for clothes and the tempting 60% employee discount often ate up my meager $9 an hour, thus messing up my budget. one day while working i was tossing numbers around in my head to figure out how i could buy a particular could-not-be-passed-up shirt and still stay on budget.

a mind-blowing thought entered my head right in the knick of time: I Don't Need That.  the simple concept was profound.  i could appreciate the shirt was beautiful, and that could be enough.  admiring and acknowleging its lovliness displaced the "gotta have it" mentality.  it dissuaged my desire for the shirt entirely, and i was once again a girl in charge of my own wallet.

overtime, i've found this concept to be likewise applicable to men.  break-ups or lack of reciprocation can be hard, because we let our wants overrule our needs.  we sometimes feed our hopes and desires for a certain guy that we lose a level of sanity.  not to mention dignity.

a much healthier perspective is: "that guy is great.  amazing even.  i see that he is sort of Zeus, but I Don't Need Him."  thus, a girl maintains control of her own sanity. 

this is like a miracle drug.  try it, it works.