Hump Day Miscellany – just stuff

Today we get back to hump day miscellany in which we see that my mind is running free form like a small child set loose in Toys R Us. So many things – nowhere to settle!

1). During my half marathon on Sunday my left glute started to seize up a little. It made me happy. Honestly. Running through that sort of pain gives me something to focus on and something to overcome. I can concentrate on good form, relaxing and breathing to the exclusion of my mental chatter that sounds something like this: “where is the freakin’ turn around? If we don’t turn around soon I’ll be in Mexico by the time this race is over. Shouldn’t we be getting near the end by now? Where’s the mile marker – I’m tired. WHERE IS THE WATER STATION!!??? Are we almost there? huh? huh?” I get like that toward the end of a race. Running through pain helps – it really does.

II). I have a note on my Hump Day notes page that says “stress”. Indeed. But I can’t remember what I wanted to say about stress except that I noticed I had quite a bit of it the other day. I feel better today.

trois). I’m pretty sure that every single woman who has both given birth and completed an endurance sporting event like a marathon or an Ironman or even a small triathlon has used the birth analogy. It just makes me smile whenever I see it. You know the one. “Racing an xyz is like having a baby. Right after it is over you think ‘NEVER AGAIN!’ but a few days later you realize you are in love and want another one”. You mens have no idea.

Quad). Where is the outrage over the subtext of violence that was so common in the SuperBowl ads? Last year (I think it was last year) the entire country had its collective panties in a twist because we got a micro second shot of Janet Jackson’s pastey covered nip. “OH THE CHILDREN!! WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN??!!” But endless come-ons for super violent episodes of Criminal Minds and trailers for violent movies? Meh – who cares? What is up with that, people?

Quatorze (’cause when it comes to counting Bono got nothin’ up on me!) – My new, new bike will come in this weekend and I won’t be able to pick it up because I’m going to visit my little Pookie and that’s okay because I’m very excited to see her. We’re going to the zoo or the wild animal park. Too much fun!

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4 Responses to Hump Day Miscellany – just stuff

  1. momo says:

    lol – you just read my race report from fl – i DID use that analogy!!! it is so true. if we could remember the pain – there would be only single children in the world. 🙂 happy hump day, mom!

  2. fe-lady says:

    Have fun in S.D. with your Pookie!
    Wave to us over on Catalina! 🙂

  3. Laurie says:

    Odd, I’ve been missing all of your posts since you switched your blog location. I subscribed in Bloglines but nada, no updates. I feel bad that I missed commenting on your last two entries in January. I’m innocent, I swear!

    Awesome job on the half mary! I would count it as a 2:20 as well.

    I am so excited for you that you are getting a brand spanking new bike! Hooray! I’m sure you will love it.

    Oh and for those who are counting, the Janet Jackson/Justin Timberlake thing was three years ago. I agree that the ads were fairly violent. We’ve just become so immune to violence that it seems ok. There is something wrong with that picture.

  4. massoman says:

    didn’t watch the super bowl or see the ads. they seem to be getting a lot of coverage long after they should. i wish it would just go away. the alarming trend of creating a show or an ad that makes one react to it like one does when you can’t stop touching a sore tooth with your tongue makes me mad. just how tasteless and insensative will it get?

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