Monthly Archives: July 2011

Willpower Secrets

As I am getting ready to go on vacation (I’ll be spending the second half of this ungodly hot week simmering in a lake up north), I thought I would share this great article on Willpower Secrets from,,20464554,00.html

Seeing as pretty much the whole country is in the middle of a heat wave, I hope you’re finding ways to stay cool…


Race Day… (Update)

So, I got an email from the organizers of Summerfest today.  They have decided to offer a partial refund to all participants of the Rock ‘n Sole run.  They are giving us three options:

1.  $15.00 refund

2.  $15.00 donation to Ronald McDonald Charities (the beneficiary of the race proceeds)

3.  Do nothing (money will go to race costs and Ronald McDonald Charities, as originally planned)

Additionally, regardless of the choice made above, we are entitled to a 20% discount on registration for next year, and two additional any-day passes to Summerfest.

It makes me feel better to know that a meaningful apology is being made.  I do not intend to take a refund.  I know that it is expensive to put races together, and it was never about the money for me.  I am glad to be offered a discount on registration for next year.  I think that next year’s race is likely to be outstanding, in an attempt to erase the memories of this year’s race.  And the extra passes to Summerfest are just a bonus, thank you.

As I have more time to think about my experience this year, I realize that I am partially responsible.  I should have brought my own water.  I knew that there were a large number of people registered to run and I should have anticipated that water could be a problem.  I am not saying that I think the organizers are blameless, but I can accept responsibility for looking out for myself.  I will not make that mistake again.  I hope that next year, the organizers and I both get it right, and we can enjoy the event the way we should have this year.


When I Grow Up…

There is an elderly woman who has started walking through our building every day for exercise.  Her general uniform consists of a very brightly colored top with black shorts, white crew socks (pulled all the way up) and tennis shoes.  Oh, and a baseball cap that is bedazzled with some sort of nickname, but I haven’t figured out what it says yet.  Her hair is perfectly curled under her hat and she never forgets her lipstick.  When I first saw her, I thought “interesting” (in that sort of what-is-going-on-here kind of way).  Now I have decided that I want to be her when I grow up.

In 40 years…

A Couple Days Off…

I was supposed to start p90x yesterday, but after my race I knew that I would be pushing that day back.  I fully intended to start this morning, but even after a good night’s sleep, I was still exhausted when I woke up.  I think I am going to take a couple days to just relax:  have some wine, read my book and get some sleep.

I have my hula hooping class on Thursday night and I will make my official p90x, 90 day commitment on Friday.

Race Day… (Wow… Seriously?)

I am exhausted, still today.  I have really mixed emotions about my race.  I did finish and I ran the whole thing, but the race itself ended up being a disaster.  I am not sure if they underestimated the number of runners or the effect of the heat and humidity or if they just didn’t know what they were doing, but by the time the 10k race started the water stations were empty.  It was 85° with a heat index over 100° and we were running on a bridge with no shade.  After about 15 minutes, I was roasting and growing more and more frustrated as I passed each empty station.  The only water I had was from a spectator on the other side of the bridge, who had realized what was going on and went to get water for the runners.  He poured water into the mouths of runners as they ran past.  That was around mile 3.  People were collapsing on the bridge, I ran past a woman who being shaded by the shadows of two standing E.M.T.s as she received an I.V.  As I was running up the hill on the return trip across the bridge, I wasn’t sure that I was going to make it.  I decided to start my music playlist over and pretend that I was just starting the race.  I made it up the hill and told myself that if I could do that, I could make it down the hill to the finish line.  I had friends and family waiting for me, which helped.  I sucked it up and smiled for the finish line picture my mom was taking.  My dad met me at the end and gave me a hug.  I immediately started crying, I was so angry that the organizers could have left us out there like that.  I got my finisher’s medal and my water, took off my shoes and stood in the little kids’ fountain on the festival grounds.  Each finisher received a free beer ticket, but it had to be redeemed before 11:00 AM, so I had a beer as we walked home.

My official time was an hour and 30 minutes, which is about 25 minutes longer than normal, but under the circumstances I was just glad to finish.  At least 1300 other runners did not finish.

I was not sure what to expect yesterday, but my experience was completely out of the realm of possible outcomes I had prepared for.  I am very proud that I was able to finish the race.  I also feel like something has been taken from me, the ability to have enjoyed the event.  With the exception of the first 15 minutes of my run, it was grueling.  I expected the race to be hard and I knew that it was going to be hot, but I also expected the organizers to be prepared and not to put us in danger.  I feel sad for the people who were hurt.  And I am afraid that other first time racers may be turned off to racing by this event.  I am looking for a new 10k to run, probably this fall when it’s a little cooler.  And in the mean time, I’ll be buying a water belt.

 (I wore my finisher’s medal all day.  I figured that I had earned that.)

Here’s an article about the race:

Same Old Routine…

I have decided that routine is the way to go…  My mom said something great the other morning, “you do hard stuff all the time, you’ll be fine”…  And she is right…  I am just going to run like any other day…  I’m not wearing the race t-shirt, because I usually run in a tank top…  I’m going to follow my routine and I will finish without walking, exactly the way I said I would when I set this goal in January…

I’ll post some race pictures next week…

Rock-n-Sole…  Here I come…

Don’t forget to smile 🙂

Hello Nerves, I’ve Been Expecting You…

So this week is going to pretty much be a “run talk” week.  I am starting to get a little nervous.  Worrying about the weather:  too hot, too still, too windy, storms, etc…  Worrying about the course:  the HILL x 2…  Worrying about some kind of clumsy injury between now and then…  I am running a mile or so either tonight or tomorrow, probably up and down the North Avenue hill a couple times, then I am done running until race day.  I am going to do yoga on the beach on Saturday, which should be a good way to stretch out and relax.  My parents are coming into town on Saturday and we’re planning to go to Summerfest (a big music festival on the lake).  My sister is coming into town tonight on her way to Las Vegas, so hopefully we can relax a little bit this evening.  Just trying to remind myself to breathe and that I will do just fine.

Dress Rehearsal




I ran a 5k over the weekend; as a warm-up for my race this weekend.  It was just a fun run, but I was so glad that I decided to do this race because it reminded me of a few very important things:



  • First, I am only ever racing against myself.  It doesn’t matter where I place, it only matters whether or not I meet my own goals.
  • Second, many people start WAY too fast.  As I was quieting the voices in my head (you’re going to finish in last place, etc.)  I remembered that I would likely be passing some of them down the road, when they had to start walking.  And that is exactly what happened.
  • Third, what you do the night before your race matters.  I will not be staying up until midnight and scrambling around in the morning on Sunday.  I will be getting a good night’s sleep, have all of my “stuff” ready for the morning and enjoy my cup of coffee before heading down to the park.


There is a reason people have dress rehearsal.


As a side note, I was wholeheartedly impressed by the number of kids who were running this weekend.  I wish I would have learned how to enjoy running (or any other regular exercise) as a child.  My god-daughter watched my race this weekend and she wants to start practicing with me so we can run together next year!

Yay!!! Holiday Weekend!!! (update)

I had a wonderful holiday weekend.  A busy and fun mix of farmer’s market, beer tent, swimming, family, friends, food, parades, tons of fireworks and even a 5k race.  LOTS of fruits and veggies and a LITTLE barbecue and dessert, just as I had hoped.  (I didn’t even eat any parade candy this year!)

How did your holiday weekend go?

Yay!!! Holiday Weekend!!!

Woo Hoo…  Holiday Weekend!!!  My car is packed and I’m heading home (to my parents’ place) straight from the office.  This will be my first alcohol-free Fourth of July in more than 10 years.  Growing up in small-town Wisconsin, the way that anything is celebrated (holidays, festivals, garage sale weekend) is by erecting a beer tent, inviting a band and playing softball.

 I am excited to be going home.  I plan to spend my weekend swimming, practicing my new hula hoop tricks, and hanging out with friends and family.  I’m hoping for LOTS of fruits and veggies and a LITTLE barbecue and dessert.  I am going to see fireworks every night and I’m running in the fun run (5k) on Monday morning, both of which make me happy.

 I am including links to several healthy, holiday weekend recipe ideas:






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