The rants and reflections of a expat runner, writer and teacher who aspires to live with grace.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I've got the fever
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Illness excuse
Monday, June 8, 2009
Beyond the Wall
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Nike + Ipod = :( Suggestions?
Saturday, May 30, 2009
I should not be blogging right now
Given that I slept for about 5 hours last night, the chances of me running should hover in the 30 % range. And yet, I feel compelled ( at least mentally) to push myself out the door, to not put off this run and just go for it. Today's goal is only 8 miles, which in my head amounts to a 6 mile warmup (this is how long it takes me to get the sleepys/ aches/bad attitude/ kinks out) and a two mile run. Not so bad. In fact, not bad at all. These middle distances, 5-8 miles are getting easier, especially as the 10-20s loom on the calendar. But still, the other seventy percent of me thinks that running right now is a terrible idea and wants to blog about this dilemma for a while (in hopes of solving it, I suppose) and then crawl back into bed for the next few hours--or days.
What to do? Hit the road? Try it. And if all else fails, sleep now; run tomorrow. Thank goodness this marathon is not until November. I'm going to need a LOT of sleepy and a lot more miles before then.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Rach vz. Zumba
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Take Me Home Country Roads
My path for the day was old and familiar, a three mile ring of road around the campus, running past the main gate, the headmaster's house, a horse farm, some fallow fields, through a thick grove of trees beside a lake and home again. At first, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get in the grove, that the mind body connection needed for a good run simply wasn't going to happen because I am out of my usual element and without my usual gear. Something else happened instead; I loved it--most of it.
When I first moved out to the Woods from the bustling streets of Washington DC, I found the silence deafening; I hated the lack of traffic and sound; disliked the wildlife and the wide stretches of land. It took me a week to notice the stars. And now, when I return, I find myself hungering for the quiet and the space, the trees and the stars. As I am apt to do, I must have missed the point of live out here while I was living it.
On the run today, I had to fight for a while to find my rhythm; I also hate the sound of my own footfalls on the ground--they're never fast enough. I had to push myself up one hill and over another until I came to the end of the circuit, a flat wide curve where I hit my stride again.
And then I saw a water moccasin.
At the moment I ran past I wasn't sure what kind of snake it was (my frind Beth confirmed my suspicions when I returned to her house, sweaty and a little bit frazzled.) I simply saw the big black slithering thing and thought: I bet you could kill me. I screamed for a second ( I know, like a girl) and then just kept running. I've lived in the woods before; snakes don't scare me; if I run in the opposite direction of the snake, I'll be out of it's path. End of story. I even went around the circuit again just to get the miles in and when I returned, my slithering nemesis was gone.
No harm, no foul.
I should clarify my girlyness with the confession that I am terrified of poisonous snakes. Not snakes or reptiles in general. I am, at large a great lover of scaly things but (with good reason) I've always hated/ had an overblown irrational fear of the fanged ones. In high school, at a herpetology lecture, I came nose-to-glass with a rattlesnake and passed out cold.
This time, like a champion, I just kept on running, happy to be home in the woods and to put a few miles between me and fangs.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
First Ten
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Gluteal Agony
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Strength in Numbers
Monday, May 4, 2009
Start spreading the news...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Dear Discipline
Saturday, May 2, 2009
6.14 times 4.2 will do!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I Believe in the Run
Even if you couldn’t ever get old or ever get fat
And you never got burned out in the afternoon
And your teachers all thought you were a genius
And no one ever broke up with you
And every scholarship was a full scholarship
And you were guaranteed to start every game
And every game you played you won
And you never doubted yourself
And the money you had was exactly enough
And every day, in every way, you felt just like you wanted,
You’d still run
BELIEVE IN THE RUN.
Brownies and Burritos are Bad
Monday, April 27, 2009
New Kid on the Block
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Pacing, Pals & Patience
Easy as Cake
I have never been an athlete. Okay, that’s not true. But aside from a short and brutal stint as a rower and coxswain in college, I’ve really only associated the gym with agony and sweat with weight-loss. I was the fattest kid on the playground. I would rather read books—until now.
Last December, I made a promise to myself to run a half-marathon in 2009. What began as a late night chat in my parent’s kitchen became my present passion and goal. My friend V and I began that winter’s night not with talk of running but with cups of tea and a shared desire to globetrot—anywhere we could afford as soon as possible. V had just traveled abroad for the first time last May and her wanderlust piqued my own, so we started looking for cheap tickets to cool places: Athens, Barcelona, Paris but then she said: “Hey, why don’t we just do a half marathon?”
For a strong, athletic girl from a die-hard running family, this remark was akin to: “Let’s just bake a cake!” With the right ingredients and a little practice, V was destined to be successful. I however, needed a little more work. Even in December, I was not and am not a total neophyte to running: two years of crew workouts followed by a wonderful but low-paying teaching job and a desperate need for my clothes to fit lead me to keep up with the sport—at least to the point where I could run six miles if I really really wanted to.
If I can run six miles, why not seven more?
The sweetness of the challenge compelled me and I agreed to compete in Boston in the fall of 2009. Supported by family, friends and loved ones who believe both in the power of running and in me, I’ve been training hard and steadily since January 1st. With the half- marathon still six long months away, my goal at the moment is to “get the miles in,” to build a solid running base, a strong, healthy body, and (even more so) a strong discipline. As a writer and teacher, you’d think I had figured out this discipline thing long ago, but the truth is, commitment to a goal that requiring daily practice and patience is the hardest thing for me to do: I quit swimming lessons; I still can't play the flute; I only write essays when I have to; I am a master procrastinator and the queen of letting myself of the hook. I used to think that this gentleness was good for me (and it is to some extent) but mostly it makes me lazy and stops me from achieving the things I really want.
No more.
From now on, while my feet put in the miles, my fingers will put down the words.
Let’s see what happens, shall we?
R.