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We went to France (#DBAsAtFrance)

June 7, 2014

We went to France, not to cram thousands of years of history into six days of snapping pictures from car windows, but to live here as if we lived here. You know, more or less.

Nearly everything so far has been under the Getting Here, and Recovering From Getting Here, categories of life and travel. No problem getting ready and gone Friday, and then we had 2.5 hours to wait at the airport. Dinner layover in Atlanta, then 8 hours over the ocean. The kids were GREAT, and I continue to thank my stars for the invention and wide-spreadedness of battery powered screen entertainments. Double, triple, and quadruple points to my Kindle Fire, which still has free space and a half full battery even with 30 movies, a couple dozen books, and 6 hours of continuous use.

Gettting out of CDG aiport – sorry Aeroport – wasn’t bad, nor was getting the rental car or getting to our tonight-only, recovery hotel. I’ve now been for a walk, hunted-gathered a large pizza, and slept 4 hours. (The boys haven’t, but Lisette is still down.) My body has no idea whatever what time it is – local 10pm, home 3pm, for the record - but it also doesn’t give much of a shit about that, so we’re cool.

A few things to remember:

  • How comparatively easy it is to travel with the boys now, as long as we keep them mostly separated.
  • How unhappy Kiddo was to leave her friends for a month. I actually understand that one.
  • How Ben kept saying, during the first flight, “This is the life,” and smiling contentedly.
  • How the boys sat down on the floor by the luggage while we were waiting for the rental car, and started up a friendly game of Go Fish. BTW, this game is apparently “Pêche” (pesh) in French.

More as I durn well feel like it. (Friends, check Facebook or Twitter  for pix.)

-Jen, elle et au France

Running and Falling Away

May 20, 2014

A half-marathon kind of morning

Saturday I ran the 5k for speed. Sunday I went for a long run, intending to break 10 miles for the first time. I felt so good, I went for a full half marathon, and did it. I’m very, very proud. And happy. Happy-proud.

This is the best and longest obsession I’ve had since I became a dedicated bookworm around third or fourth grade, when I got in trouble in reading class, for reading. You read that right. I was reading instead of paying attention. My mother still shakes her head over that one. Likewise, in high school when I would get all day detention (for excessive tardies, another head-shaker), I would borrow an upperclassman’s English text and read that, or bind up a complete copy of the Lord of the Rings (to make it look like a textbook) and just read all day. I still sometimes read more than I should, and have to force myself to stop so that I can actually work or see my family.

Running is now that kind of obsession. I’m steadily heading toward running every day – not as a goal, but because I really, really want to.

And I’m reading like mad, everything I can get my hands on in the library, and reddit.com/r/running, and blogs, and all. I’m getting a little obsessed with the idea of not just doing a marathon, but an ultra marathon. Maybe even …no, not maybe even. If I’m honest, I’ve always dreamed about doing a cross country something. Yeah, it was a corny movie, but Forrest Gump really got me with that part about him running back and forth across the US. That’s always been a dream of mine. Probably why The Hobbit/LOTR is such a huge thing for me (and similarly, Watership Down, and The Stand). They WALK and RIDE across an entire continent, basically, and most of the book isn’t really about the adventure and the danger, but the sheer act of being together and planning ahead and dealing with stuff, all with an end goal in mind.

That’s it. That’s the thing for me.

I was just a kid, somewhere in the 9 to 11 age range, and living near Fort Worth. I remember saying to my mom how great it would be to just walk or bicycle to downtown – you could see the buildings in the middle distance. And she said, “it’s farther than it looks”.  I’m just now starting to get that something like that is MORE than possible. Hell, downtown Dallas is just 13 miles from my door.

Another big thing: I finally remembered to use my inhaler before Saturday’s 5k, which I wanted to run as fast as possible. (Final average pace: 9:56. Mission accomplished.)  And it was fantastic, I wasn’t fighting with my lungs like I have my entire life. My ENTIRE life I’ve sprinted, my windpipe has closed up, and I was done. I didn’t know that was a thing, I just thought that’s what happened when you ran too fast, and that I was a wuss because I couldn’t push through it. I can’t overstress what a huge breakthrough it is to realize that’s not so. In mile 11 or 12 of the (unofficial, not a race) half marathon I did Sunday, I got that realization, and then I’m just running down the road all teary and shit because it’s so freeing. I’m not a wuss, I’m a runner. I’m good at something. Not fast (seriously, most of the time, forget fast), but good.

So yeah. I’m a little into it.

-Jen

Music:
“You fall away from your past, but it’s following you…”
Fall Away, by The Fray

Running Faster

May 18, 2014

Today I ran the Plano “Thrill of the Grill” 5k.  I picked it because I wanted to do a shorter race at higher speed. And also because Dean Karnazes would be there, and it’d be neat to meet someone who’d run 135 miles across Death Valley.

So I went today, and I ran a shorter race at high speed, and I met Dean Karnazes, and that was neat. That’s the short story. There isn’t really a long story, but there are highlights.

Highlights

For one thing, I apparently LOVE planning and preparing the night before. This time I took a bag with me to leave in the car, and so I had that, my car drink, fruit, handheld bottle, earbuds, hat, and clothes together last night.

For another thing, I finally remembered to bring my damn inhaler. I don’t have asthma…I apparently have exercise-induced asthma. And so I got an inhaler, and forgot to take it for 6 months in a row. But today I remembered! I took a dose before the race, and it helped SO much. Now I’m not fighting with my air pipes while I’m trying to up my speed.

I did very well. I wanted to beat my best April pace of 10:37 (I’ve done better since, but on short runs), and I did. First mile I ran 9:03 (wow!), second 10:15 (already getting tired), third 10:39 (well, there was that big hill…).  But when I hit the 30 minute mark a good ~400 yards from the end, and the app said I was under 10:00, I made sure to keep up the pace. Final overall pace: 09:56.  09:56!! That’s better than I thought, better than I wanted to let myself hope. Awesome.

Awards

I had no one with me to get bored, so I stuck around for the awards ceremony. They have top 3 overall winners for men and women, and then winners within age groups. It was cool enough seeing the overall winners (so. very. skinny.), and the kids, and especially the really old folks come up and get their medals. It was doubly cool when the announcer started handing out gift cards to the youngest runner (age 5), the person who’d lost the most weight in the last year (over 50#), and a cancer survivor. I got some dirt or something in both my eyes at that point…

Anyway. Good race, good day.

Next

Next goal I’m excited about is running TO somewhere. It’s 13.1 miles to downtown Dallas from here. It’s 18 miles to my mother’s house.

This is gonna be cool.

On Captain America: The Winter Soldier (no spoilers)

May 9, 2014

captainI went to see The Winter Soldier with a couple of friends this week, and we’ve been discussing it since. I don’t want to forget this particular phrase my good friend sent, describing the Captain himself:

…the blonde hunk with the heart of gold and a serious boner for freedom…

This ties in well with the running gag my daughter and I have been on this week (because we watched The First Avenger), things like “JUSTICE NEVER SLEEPS!” and “You might want love, but America really needs JUSTICE!”

BUY WAR BONDS AND POP A BONER FOR JUSTICE!!

 

BTW, happy Friday.

Running and a rest

April 27, 2014

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

-Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, stanza V, Wallace Stevens

I ran a good 10k today in cloudy/sunny Bellevue. My friend Nic and I ran the whole thing, and that was a great experience. It’s good to have the support of a partner…go figure.

And now I’m sitting, resting, chatting, and it’s just lovely.

Running up on it

April 25, 2014

In two days I’ll run my first out-of-state 10K. I’ve been very excited about it all week long. In fact, I couldn’t resist doing an extra run this week, though I made sure to make it an easy one. Probably as a result, my energy was way down yesterday. But a good night’s sleep has got me feeling good again.

Almost too good. I’m having a rough time making myself not go for a run today and tomorrow. I’m listening to music on my iPhone, and all my favorite songs make me want to run faster.

Sunday’s going to be great.

Running slow

April 24, 2014

Today was a scheduled run, so I ran. I’m not particularly fast, and I haven’t determined yet how important “fast” is to me. Apparently a little, because the more books and blogs and forum posts I read by runners doing sub-5:00 miles, the weirder I feel about my 11:30-12:30 range. I suspect I’m going to have to chill out and just run.

Also, sleep more. Food and sleep went a little bit to hell this week, and today I’m kinda tired. I’m taking tomorrow off – it’s a travel day anyway – and Sunday is the Bellevue 10k. Excited about that!

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