All for a Happy Halloween

If you have young school aged-children still at home, then you can probably relate to the madness of a day that I will be facing today.  There’s a costume parade at the school followed by two class parties where Monster Mama Run DMT is expected to DJ dance music for said parties and then another party after school before we set off to trick-or treat with our friends.

That’s some serious Halloween hoopla, my friends!
 

 
But we do it all for the kids, right?
 

 
Rest assured, I’ll be funneling a few beers tearing into some treats of my own around 5:00 p.m.  Then, I’ll be feeling good in the ‘hood.
 

 
And with the help of some liquid courage, maybe I’ll sing some Halloween carols to really piss off my neighbors  keep my spirits high and smooth things over when Little Lion Man tries to enter each home we visit for trick-or-treating tonight.
 

 

Here’s to a safe and Happy Halloween to you and yours!



For the next four Music Mondays, I’ll be counting my blessings through song.  Each week in November, I will be singing my praises and giving thanks by sharing a song that symbolizes one of the many blessings in my life.  Come count your blessings with me and link up while you’re here.  What a blessing that would be!
 

Visit Xmas Dolly and Hairbows & Guitar Picks for more Music Monday fun.

Random Thoughts about being 40 and Pinkalicious

For this week’s RTT, I wanted to do a vlogWhy not?  I don’t believe there are any rules about that.  Besides, it’s my birthday tomorrow and I am turning 40, therefore I get to make the rules.  So, I decided to make a vlog and poke a little fun at myself.  All while wearing a pink tiara, of course.  If you’re wondering about the whole “KICK…STRETCH…KICK” bit, it’s a reference to a SNL sketch starring Molly Shannon as Sally O’Malley.

 

 

And to keep in the true spirit of a RunDMT RTT post, I’m sharing my latest running stats.  God Lord.  It’s been so ridiculously hot out lately.  I’ve even tried starting at 5:00 a.m. to beat the heat, but there’s no escaping it.  Running in July is just not fun.  Hopefully, my pace will improve once the weather cools.

 

July 22

6.10 miles

1:10:47

Ave Pace 11:37

Max Pace 8:14

 

July 23

3.10 miles

Time 32:17

Ave Pace 10:26

Max Pace 8:32

 

July 25

10 miles

Time 2:07:35

Ave Pace 12:46

Max Pace 8:54

 

*Proudly submitted to Stacy Uncorked, because when I blog about my training, it’s usually pretty random.*

Stacy

Pasco Challenge Recap

It had been nearly two years since I last ran the Pasco Challenge half-marathon and given my latest slow and steady average pace of 11:00, there was no way I was even going to come close to finishing like I did two years ago.

 

It had also been nearly two years since I ran on the Starkey Trail and I had forgotten how lonely that trail can be.  Don’t get me wrong.  If you love nature and being outdoors, it’s a gorgeous trail to hike, bike or run.  But for a people person like me, it was a long lonely 13.1 miles and the deer were not interested in any chat-chit.  There were long stretches were I didn’t see another soul for miles.

 

 

 

Although I spent most of the race isolated from the world surrounded by flatwoods and swamp, the start of the race was quite congested.  All races (5K, 10K, half-marathon, Bicycle Tour, 50K Bicycle Tour, 100K Bicycle) started at the same time.  Pacing and chatting my friends, Chrissy and Faith, distracted me from crowd of people at the start.

 

 

 

 

Once Faith and Chrissy hit their turn around point, I picked up my pace a bit and began running about 9:30 for the next few miles as I held on tight to my water bottle.  I worried that water stations would run out of water like they did two years ago.  Plus, I wasn’t sure about the distance between the water stations.  My water bottle became my Wilson.  I felt safe and just holding it in my hand kept me hydrated.

 

Just before the 10K turn around, I saw Scott of Suncoast Running and Jackie fly by.  At that pace, it was no surprise that Jackie placed third overall for the Women’s 10K.

 

 

Like billboards along the highway, I began noticing other half-marathoners heading back to the finish line and I knew the turnaround for the half marathon was near.  Tim of Suncoast Running and Victoria of the Suncoast Striders were in the lead.  I smiled and cheered on each athlete as they passed, but I envied their speed as I trotted along at my tortoise pace.  Someday I’ll be somewhat fast again.

 

 

After another long lonely haul, I finally reached the half marathon turnaround at the end of the trail.

 

 

This year, the race organizers didn’t have us run a short distance on the Suncoast Trail.  At the time, I didn’t think much of it because I was glad to be halfway through the race.  I was also too consumed with taking photographs and sucking down a vanilla Cliff shot.

 

 

At that point, I finished off the last drop of my water bottle and at the mile 8 water station, I said good-bye to Sam (my Wilson I cleverly named after his Sams Choice water bottle label).  I traded my trash (Sam and a Cliff Shot) for two cups of water.

 

Close to the 11 mile mark, I realized why the race route didn’t include the Suncoast Trail.  The organizers selected a quarter mile path adjacent to the trail which led to a maintenance shed.  Along that quarter path, I felt part of a race again as I spotted runners ahead of me and behind me.  Smiles tried to mask our tired and frustrated faces.  So grateful to see other human beings and to keep our spirits up, we tried to engage in short cheerful casual conversations as we passed each other.

 

 

 

 

 

Only 2 more miles became my motivation to get through the rest of the race.  I was DONE.  My legs, hamstrings and quads were sore.  I started chaffing on the inside of my arms.  Why did I think running two half marathons two weeks apart was a good idea?  I’m not doing this race by myself again. Maybe I’ll do the 10K by myself but that’s it!

 

And for the rest of the race, I started to sing like Donkey from Shrek to keep my spirits up and to scare away the gators and snakes. ‘Cause I’m all alooooone.  There’s no one here beside me.

 

As approached the finish line, I spotted my family and I felt such elation to be finished and in the company of people again.  At that moment, I also realized the importance of spectators at a race and how they motivate me to keep moving.

 

 

But for me, it’s really all about the cowbells.  I gotta have more cowbell in a race.  I gotta a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell.

 

 

And of course, you gotta have frieeeeends.

 

 

Moral of the story: Avoid running two half marathons so close together and don’t run the Pasco Challenge half marathon unless someone runs it with you.

 

Pasco Challenge Half Marathon

March 12, 2011

Bib # 606

Clock Time 2:40:19

Chip Time 2:39:08

Female Age Div 6/7

OA Place 69/77

The Colts Need a Cuddle

Watching Peyton Manning during the Super Bowl reminded me of an old SNL digital short.  I believe that Peyton Manning appeared quite a few times on the field last Sunday.

 

 

As the Saints go marching in true Mardi Gras style, I can’t help but feel sorry for the Colts this week.  An angry Peyton Manning is probably pelting them in the back of the heads with some fast flying footballs.

 

But it’s nothing a few beignets and some king cake can’t fix.

 

 

Congratulations to the Saints and the city of New Orleans! Who dat creamed the Colts?! :-)