Friday, February 24, 2012

empty battery

In many ways I've let my battery get too low. The most obvious is this week was ... not eating. All day I'm glued to the work I'm doing. I don't notice I'm hungry until it's too late. Until I can't feel my feet hitting the pavement on my evening run. I feel like I'm wrapped in cotton. I get so hungry it's not hunger. I'm a drained battery, tired and wobbly.

So here's a odd goal, one I never thought I'd have to make: eat a good lunch. Even if I'm busy. Even if I'm zoned in.

The other way I've let my battery get too low is literarily. See that's not even a word! I have to go read!

Friday, February 10, 2012

a confession

Anyone who has driven with me will tell you (behind my back or in front of me) that I'm an aggressive driver. I drive too fast. I drive too close....Let's just say that Owen spent our first two years of dating clutching the passenger side door latch in a white knuckle grip. Now out of the corner of my eye I see him just barely resisting.

But I had never and I repeat NEVER been in an accident that was my fault. Not one that was even sort of my fault but I could blame someone else. I've been rear-ended once while driving. Otherwise my other accidents were just as the passenger. Oh fine! Drag it out of me. I did hit a parked car my first day driving solo in high school. And not just any parked car but my high school's varsity team van.

In my defense I was taught to drive in a place where a turning lane is called 'the suicide lane' by a man with a thick Worcester Mass accent that demonstrated the skills we needed to pass the driving test using his cigarette box as the car. He drove that little Marlboro car all over the dash of his 1985 minivan to demonstrate parallel parking, 3-point turns and all the essentials. Then we'd mimic as best we could while he chain smoked, screamed at us and over-using his teaching brake.

But today it happened. My clean slate is dirty! Filthy! I was late for a class at SVC. I missed the prime opportunity to blast down Dexter and was livid with myself. I waited at a light packed with slow (wimpy) drivers and construction and potholes... until finally it was my turn. The light was turning red. I didn't care. I blew through it narrowly avoided a woman in an Acura making an incredibly lazy lane change and bam. Right into the back of a black VW station wagon.

There was no damage to either car and traffic was so stand still we exchanged information while waiting at the next light. But I'm still heart broken. I can no longer claim, while cruising at 65 in the 35 launching off speed bumps or riding the bumper of someone on I-5, that I've never been in an accident.

Monday, February 6, 2012

the weekend edition : no rain

Saturday morning I woke up at 6:45a to get my miles in before I had to be at Oiselle to run the last day of the our warehouse sale with Kristin. I'd be lying if I said as really excited to be up early on a Saturday, but as soon I saw the sky begin to lighten I knew I had a sunrise to race. And just where I wanted to be to see it.
Well actually it was between the Magnolia bluffs and the waterfront. By the time I hit Dravus I knew where I could make it in time.



My phone doesn't do it justice of course. But to be one of three people to catch the start of the surprise spring day we had on Saturday was worth the early alarm.

Then it was off to the warehouse sale (20 minutes of parking spot searching - nothing like Green Lake on a sunny weekend in Seattle.) Allison, Kristin and I has a great time shooting the breeze with each other and all the runners that came in. Below a customer (Jen) matched Kristin and Allison in their indigo Green Lake sweatshirts. Fitting.

Sunday I was up with the sun again. Ran 13.5 with Sally and the Elizabeths. Lesko joined us for the last four. Then Owen and I headed south to watch the Super Bowl with his family. I found this adorable owl beer at Whole Foods as my treat.

What a game! Sad to see the Pats lose, but it was a solid game and even lady Madonna put on the best half time show I've seen in years. (not tacky-just entertaining) Despite her terrifying arms.

How was your weekend?

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Seattle! Your Weekend Plan February 3-5

It's Wednesday and there's a 87% chance you're slumped in your cubicle thinking of the weekend.
If you're in Seattle I have plans for you!

Friday Night
Come on by Oiselle for our last warehouse sale. We're out of our warehouse space by February 10, so it's a serious "everything must go" situation. Lots of sweet threads looking for a loving home :)

After shopping (or before) check out one of Seattle's staple dive bars The Little Red Hen right next door for a Friday night drink and some memorable people watching.

Saturday
It's Ice Cream for Breakfast day! Heck yes. So hit up Molly Moon's Queen Anne for oatmeal and ice cream.

Take your happy ice cream filled tummy over to Green Lake. If you didn't shop the Oiselle Warehouse sale (or had dreams about the gear you should have bought) it's still on from 10a - 5p.

Treat your new duds to a loop of Green Lake and yourself to a post run mocha at Green Lake Starbucks.

Sunday
It's long run day! Find some friends and get your miles in.

The rest of the day: enjoy pigs in a blanket, day drinking and all the football you can handle. Of course be sure to check out Puppy Bowl instead of Madonna. Obviously way more cuddly.

(You decide)