Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Dream big!

So a few months ago, I applied for a spot on the 2014 Saucony Hurricanes team. I got an email yesterday notifying me that I hadn't been selected from the 300+ applications, but was wished the best in my future athletic endeavors, and that I continued to "Find Your (My) Strong" and inspire others within in the sport.

Nichole ended up calling yesterday afternoon (guess I haven't sent any training emails lately...whoops!) to get an update on my Hurricane application among other things. I was trying to be optimistic about it; after all, I applied to the team just for kicks and giggles (so if it worked out, AWESOME, and if not, well, it was a stretch), but Nichole immediately went in to 'what can we fix/change/do?!' mode.

And that's when I realized: I have an AMAZING coach.
Some people need a coach that constantly lights a fire under their butt to get them going all the time. Other people prefer a cheerleader. I need someone who believes in me more than I believe in me, and who will constantly remind me that no, you don't suck (because I'm a female, and apparently this is the decidedly-feminine 'skill' at which I've chosen to excel).

With my supreme lack of motivation rearing its ugly head time and time again this winter, she's had to don her cheerleader suit and light a fire with a flame thrower. It's all worked out though, and now that the end of winter is in sight, my competitive side is really itching to throw down a couple of good races :)

Besides, if you have a herd of cows, a famous dog, some bad-ass skiiers, and Lauren Fleshman as your homeboy, how can you not be motivated?!? (That's right, I'm member #238 of the official Lauren Fleshman fan club. Her stuff came in the mail when I had bottomed out on the motivation well, so, yeah, she's part of my posse, if only in spirit.)

 Life always needs more cowbell!

Monday, February 17, 2014

Girls just wanna have fun

In case the lack of posts this month didn't tip you off, I'm suffering from two things: a severe lack of motivation, and a desperate shortage of time not spent on campus. These two things mean that when I get home, I usually want to stuff my face full of junky food pre-run (often I show restraint [how refined of me!] and get my bum out the door for a run right away instead) or, if I already ran, settle down to the all-important task of trolling the internet for dinner suggestions that exhaust me simply by the time I get to the end of their ingredient lists.

The low point of things so far came on a Thursday a couple of weeks ago. I got home from the lab, already pooped out, and decided to take a 15 minute power nap. Two hours later, I woke up, it was dark, I hadn't run, and I just wanted to cry. [Side note: usually I don't cry when I'm frustrated, but something about this winter has just turned me into a blubbering mess. I blame the dry air for aggravating both my temper and my tear ducts.] Luckily, a well-timed call to Nichole got me out the door and Ms. J's presence in the fitness center kept me on the treadmill for all 3 miles.

This past Friday, I had a big (down)hill workout scheduled. My friend M was kind enough to drive me back up the hill three times, didn't complain when I fogged (and stunk, I'm sure) up his car, and even played good pump up music. E was such a saint on Sunday when she (and her beagle Bailey) gave me a pep talk, water, and a dry shirt 7 miles into a snowy, slippery 20 mile run. I had six (SIX!) people to run with on Saturday! Things are finally turning around :)

So this evening, I decided to put that motivation to good use and do Adult Things That Are Responsible. What did I do? I folded and put away laundry (it was washed/dried last night...), put together part of my tax returns (only the ones where I'm getting a refund; the one I have to pay is going to sit there with my credit card bills for a while), and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, painted my nails.


It's been on the to-do list for, like two weeks now, and I haven't gotten around to it. I feel a little more put together now, like I can run out the door for class in jeans and a hoodie and the undergrads in my lab sections won't look at me like I'm such a hot mess.

Sometimes I just need to feel like a girl.

Hopefully I can get back on the posting wagon this week and y'all will have a regular entertainment schedule from me once more.

And finally (totally unrelated but still relevant because OLYMPICS):
The Golden Rule can be summed up as, "Treat other as you would have them treat you." Related to the Golden Rule is the so-called Silver Rule, which state the same idea in negative terms: "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you." I'm lobbying for ratification of a Bronze Rule: "Maintain one car length behind the car in front of you for every ten miles-per-hour of speed." Most people are unaware of this dictum. When you tailgate, honk, or flash your lights in my rearview mirror, you're completely out of medal contention.

Thank you, Daily Scoldings, for letting us know the real reason why the US of A may not be doing so well in Sochi this year: we really are terrible drivers.