Chunky Scarf
Originally uploaded by cherrydg
Finally finished
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Tussey mOUTaiNBACK
Someone in our running group put something on the message board about registration for the Tussey Mountain 50-miler opening up. It’s one of the few ultramarathons that isn’t a trail run. Intrigued, I posted some questions I had about training for a 50-miler on the board. What kind of base do I need to have? Is 20 weeks enough time to train? Can I still run my marathon which is 7 weeks after the 50-miler?
Keep in mind I posted these completely out of curiousity because I’d like to do one… before I die, not necessarily in 146 days. The responses I’ve gotten have varied. From my running friend Mandy:
Uh…HELLO!!...
50 MILES?
Did you see the elevation chart???
Are you going to “DNS” (Did Not Start) the Philly Marathon?
“…isn’t as difficult as…” Don’t kid yourself, it’s 50 MILES (FIFTY MILES).
From Al: I think that’d be awesome. (Of course keep in mind she did an Ironman so her thinking may be a bit out of whack.)
I mentioned it to Steve and he just gave me the same look he gives me when I’ve had too much to drink. But he’s training for an IM so he’s just as crazy. The ultramarathoners from the running group have been extremely helpful and very supportive – even though I actually haven’t committed to doing the race. One guy has offered to hook me up with some ultra-expert that he knows. Another lady has given me suggestions on how to train the next few weeks, and dates for when her and I can run together. Her e-mail ends with, “I know you can do it and I will help you.”
Uh oh.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Turquoise Green with Envy
It’s no secret that my goal in life is to end up on some tropical island. Who needs the corporate ladder when you can have sand between your toes 24/7? When I read about Ben Southall winning The World’s Best Job to be the caretaker of some island off of Australia I couldn’t help but be jealous. This guy gets to live in a 3-bedroom villa, feed the fish, take care of the pool, and all the other painstaking responsibilities of island living (note the sarcasm here) for 6 months. In exchange he’ll have to blog about what’s going on on the island – poor guy. Oh, and did I mention he’s getting paid $150,000? I was telling Steve about it this morning and he jokingly asked if I would take such a job. My response: “Heck yeah! I’d take the job without even asking you if you’d be okay with it because I figured you could live without me for a little while.” Jealous, so jealous.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Roll Edge Cardigan
I'm taking the plunge and am going to **try** to knit this cardigan. The yarn that I ordered came in while I was away so I'm going to start it tonight. Dun dun DUNN.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Austin!
Thursday – Left work early to do my long run since I knew I’d be oinking out all weekend. Finished packing, ate dinner with Steve then headed up to my parents’ house for the night. They live about 10 minutes from the airport which meant I didn’t have to get up at a painful hour for my 8am flight.
Friday – Packed flight to Austin. After dropping my stuff and Tica (Al’s pup) off at the house, Al and I went by Flip Happy Crepes for lunch. I had the tarragon mushroom crepe for lunch (delish) and then we split a berry crepe and a peanut butter dream crepe for dessert. We took our post-lunch bellies to Barton Springs for some lounging and swimming. Barton Springs is a spring-fed swimming pool in the middle of the city. It’s about an eight of a mile long and pretty cool (literally the water is 62 degrees).
Showered up, grabbed a fish taco and watermelon agua fresca (taste just like watermelon juice) before going to a play called The Method Gun that one of Al’s friends had suggested. The play was artsy for lack of a better word. One scene had two of the actors prancing around stage naked with helium balloons tied to their nether regions. Our post-theater critique concluded that neither one of us really got it and that perhaps we should see the movie Streetcar Named Desire since it was the play for which the characters in the play were rehearsing – well, except they were performing the play minus the main characters. We then went to a bar called Emo’s for a few beers and to listen to a few bands. The two opening bands were pretty good but the featured band T Bird and the Breaks was awesome.
Saturday – Headed to the Pecan Street Festival. I was starving by the time we got there so we bought some seafood concoction and cherry lemonade from one of the food vendors. About halfway through the meal I told Al that whatever we were eating was awful but that I so hungry I was going to eat it anyway. She agreed and added that we couldn’t wash the funky taste away with the drink because the drink was just as awful. Oh well – no food poisoning so life goes on. We spent most of the afternoon listening to various bands, watching different performers, and checking out the vendors at the festival. We left there and headed toward another part of the city for some shopping and dinner. The fish taco and steak taco were good but neither one of us could drink the margaritas that we ordered. It must’ve been made with some dirt cheap tequila because it made my nose hairs feel like they could start a fire. We picked up some cupcakes from Hey Cupcake who ran their business out of a trailer then did some people watching and knitting at Joe’s, a coffee house that Al frequented when she was working out of her house. We had planned to go back to the festival to listen to a few more bands but we ended up going back to the house and chit chatting ‘til the wee hours of the morning. BTW, the cupcakes made up for the day’s nasty food and beverage selections.
Sunday – 7:30 a.m. flight back to BWI. I had lunch at my parents’ before driving home in the dreary rain. I was too tired to do anything but lounge around on the couch the rest of the day and had to go to bed early because I was just zonked.
Friday – Packed flight to Austin. After dropping my stuff and Tica (Al’s pup) off at the house, Al and I went by Flip Happy Crepes for lunch. I had the tarragon mushroom crepe for lunch (delish) and then we split a berry crepe and a peanut butter dream crepe for dessert. We took our post-lunch bellies to Barton Springs for some lounging and swimming. Barton Springs is a spring-fed swimming pool in the middle of the city. It’s about an eight of a mile long and pretty cool (literally the water is 62 degrees).
Showered up, grabbed a fish taco and watermelon agua fresca (taste just like watermelon juice) before going to a play called The Method Gun that one of Al’s friends had suggested. The play was artsy for lack of a better word. One scene had two of the actors prancing around stage naked with helium balloons tied to their nether regions. Our post-theater critique concluded that neither one of us really got it and that perhaps we should see the movie Streetcar Named Desire since it was the play for which the characters in the play were rehearsing – well, except they were performing the play minus the main characters. We then went to a bar called Emo’s for a few beers and to listen to a few bands. The two opening bands were pretty good but the featured band T Bird and the Breaks was awesome.
Saturday – Headed to the Pecan Street Festival. I was starving by the time we got there so we bought some seafood concoction and cherry lemonade from one of the food vendors. About halfway through the meal I told Al that whatever we were eating was awful but that I so hungry I was going to eat it anyway. She agreed and added that we couldn’t wash the funky taste away with the drink because the drink was just as awful. Oh well – no food poisoning so life goes on. We spent most of the afternoon listening to various bands, watching different performers, and checking out the vendors at the festival. We left there and headed toward another part of the city for some shopping and dinner. The fish taco and steak taco were good but neither one of us could drink the margaritas that we ordered. It must’ve been made with some dirt cheap tequila because it made my nose hairs feel like they could start a fire. We picked up some cupcakes from Hey Cupcake who ran their business out of a trailer then did some people watching and knitting at Joe’s, a coffee house that Al frequented when she was working out of her house. We had planned to go back to the festival to listen to a few more bands but we ended up going back to the house and chit chatting ‘til the wee hours of the morning. BTW, the cupcakes made up for the day’s nasty food and beverage selections.
Sunday – 7:30 a.m. flight back to BWI. I had lunch at my parents’ before driving home in the dreary rain. I was too tired to do anything but lounge around on the couch the rest of the day and had to go to bed early because I was just zonked.
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