There are a lot of things I don’t understand in this world, including but not limited to: how people enjoy peanut butter, identifying multifocal atrial tachycardia on an EKG printout, why the cat insists on pooping in the litter box a fraction of a second after you’ve cleaned it, and the meaning of life. But the one mystery of the world that causes me frequent frustration is the backend of this very blog. Such immense strife elicited that I often threaten to throw my laptop out of the window, throwing my hands in the air, and quitting with zero remorse. It’s a foreign language to me, the inner most workings of this blog. Codes comprised of a bunch of numbers, letters, and symbols that make absolutely zero sense to me, but somehow magically make this website appear the way it does. Or, sometimes, not appear anywhere at all.
And the latter, my friends, is why I’ve been away for the last 16 days.
I tried to write and publish posts, only to be slapped with a post that went from readable to nearly microscopic font in the same paragraph. (Speaking of, does the spacing look strange in this post to you?) And then I tried to activate some updates, only to get “fatal errors”. Anything “fatal” on this corner of the internet that I’ve poured my heart into for the last 7.5 years terrifies me.
Yeah, yeah, first world problems indeed. There are so many more important, life altering issues going on in our world today that I could write about and should concern myself with. But as a person who has somehow managed to figure out how to pay her rent with the words she types away on this very laptop, a blog interface that doesn’t want to cooperate is certainly a thorn in my side. There is this underlying pressure that screams at you, threatening lost followers, page views, and money every time your site is down, or every day you don’t relentlessly push out content. Which is all pretty ridiculous if you think about it.
Regardless, thanks to an awesome new friend, whom I now gladly owe at least a 6 pack of the best beer I can find down here in SC, I think we are back up and running.
Like the crowded tarmac I witnessed at Chicago O’Hare a few weeks ago with more American Airlines planes than I could have ever imagined possible lined up ready for take off, I’ve got a slew of informational/how-to/and product review posts lined up for publishing. They are done. They are buckled in, seats in an upright position, and tray tables stowed, ready to go.
But first, a rambling life update. Because similar to running, sometimes I like to release pent up stress by putting a ton of random thoughts into words and hitting the “publish” button for the entire world to see. Old school blogging style.
It’s July 7th, and for all intents and purposes, summer vacation is half way over. We are four and a half weeks out from TransRockies. Training, for me, has quite literally looked like a roller coaster, because of the kids summer vacation. One week my training is killer, the next week it is practically nothing. For example, last week I ran 52 miles (49 trail, 3 road), hit the gym 5 times for strength workouts, and even threw a Tabata class in there. I felt FANTASTIC, save for about 3 miles of Saturday’s long run, when the heat roundhouse kicked me in the face.
This week, however, I’ve done nothing, as it’s over 100 degrees outside and the kids are with me. While we usually take them with us for training runs and somehow make it work, this heat is far too harsh on their little bodies. I’ve got one who suddenly insists on walking slower than three legged tortoise, and one who still wants to sprint despite the heat, resulting in a stomach ache about a mile later.
After two attempts in this weather, I’ve thrown in the proverbial towel on pushing outdoor activities beyond the pool, until the temperature drops a bit. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not a “training is more important than kids” type of vent, just a statement of what my life looks like at the moment. And life, this year, didn’t include summer camp.
I’ve learned, between the heat and summer time constraints, to be completely accepting of the things I cannot control, and celebrate whatever training I do get in, even if it’s not as fast/far/or frequent as I had hoped. It takes a lot of pressure off of me, pressure that was unnecessary to begin with, and has surprisingly somehow resulted in some quality training this summer. It’s funny how it works that way.
Anyway, I currently feel about as confident as I can heading into a really big race that I essentially only have 10 weeks to train for (ten weeks from the day we found out we had won an entry until we are actually in Colorado). I’m equal parts terrified and excited to see what altitude will do to my body, and I’m truly hoping to see a mountain goat in the wild. (At one point, I decided I could create an entire bucket list based on seeing animals in the wild. And of course a mountain goat was on that list.) Mostly, I still can’t believe this opportunity to run the TransRockies is real, and I’m somewhat fearful that I will fall in love with Colorado, and not want to come home. Only time will tell.
In the last of today’s ramblings, I want to share a podcast that I was honored and excited to be featured on, from my friend Margaret of Dirt in Your Skirt. We talk about Naked 5k’s, training with my kids, and that back of the pack blog post I wrote a few years ago. Check it out below or on Margaret’s site:
Now, back to your regularly scheduled posts…